You're gone, so the afternoon is long and boring.
Love is drowsy in the film's dialogue.
I found a snail on a blade of grass as I passed by the garden fence.
But when I returned, I forgot to take it home.
I fantasize that I am a fish, and it is said that the memory of a fish is only seven seconds.
The silent children finally stopped eating fish, the wayward people threw away their beloved fishing rods,
no one heard their cries, only quarrels made them realize their own imperfections.
And on good days, we wear masks and pretend nothing happened.
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