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Clearing traces is tough

Cleared out your mine those once-upon-a-kind photos

From the space from the phone from the place where others might see

Deleted the program that WeChat QQ can contact

Never look at your virtual world again

Finally understand that you have something you really like, and I am superfluous

Wishful thinking hanging in the space is to put a mallet in the eyes of some people

Not handsome enough, not a millionaire socialite

Why not squeeze into the world of others with a shy face

Standing is a tree Lying down is a mountain I have my world

Don't be a climbing lingxiaohua, don't be a pug dog

Even if they starve to death, they will not ask for forgiveness in the eyes of contempt

You have your world, I have my self-esteem, and I am what I am

Think more about spending the moon before the sea oath mountain alliance to leave eternal beauty

I want to travel all over the world and wander through countless beauties to make a memorial

Think about starting everything from scratch and having a vigorous love

Say goodbye to yesterday, have the present, and look forward to a better future

Don't like me hanging in your space, I'm determined to evacuate

I don't like my photos hanging out of sight of others

I resolutely deleted it, and I didn't want to be a target for people to shoot

If you don't like it, don't like it, why ask others to like it

Half a hundred years of finally understanding that you are you, I am me

The fantasy of fusion is a fool's dream, a child whispering, a mirror flower and a water moon

If you are not a star, don't dream of stardom, you are just a common man

I'm not your dream lover how ridiculous it is to think you're Prince Charming

I am a tiny little grass that once looked at the world with dirt

Life is like a lamp, a gust of wind comes and can be extinguished at any time

It's not the sun, it's not the moon, why think you're the center of the world

Back to my world, in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, willing to be a little grass

Cleared everything and abandoned the burden from now on you I am me

Your world, I will no longer intrude into my world, and you will come as you please

I do my little grass, you do your phoenix, I know who I am

Looking at the world coldly, there is no note in the heart, and there is no Amitabha Buddha from now on

Clearing traces is tough