The small, once-light, once-beautiful once-
you lived the rest of your life like this, relying on a fucking piano and a memory to revel in the rest of your life with a smile on the corners of your mouth; you have a broken ideal on your back, wandering abroad, and escaping by chasing old love Reality, but also to show a relaxed and no hesitation.
Continue to beautify and beautify for the rest of your life and put on a calm face.
Explain, you have troubles. There are old and young, and survival has not yet been resolved. Talking about ideals is nonsense. After so many years of love, I have written so many songs of bitterness, hatred and sorrow, how can I not continue to sing it; (What is absurd?)
I can only think of one word cowardly. I don't know if this is just the collective helplessness of all human beings, or the collective cowardice, and I have to give it a touch and tenderness.
The course of life has been rolled out, why turn to an uncertain course? Indulging in yesterday's sunset, thinking that it is enough to illuminate all the haze ahead. You can also call it strong.
Or we just can't stand the toss, or we don't have the courage to toss
me, it's just the same, pretending it's pretty and pretty, and
when it's over, all you can do is pretend it's pretty.
hell
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