The flowing colors roamed along the gorgeous light, and the crowds from far and near gradually became the wheat waves in the night, rising and falling with the sound of the wind. That is God, glowing with light, standing twisted in the center of the universe, lightning, raindrops, quagmire, I am willing to move forward, move forward again, give everything and die for him. In the thunder and lightning, tears gurgled down, colorful dreams, my dreams.
What a handsome movie.
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