Some are lazy, so sleep half; some are embarrassed, so they think half; some are ambiguous, so they love half; half are themselves, the other half are like, and the time they can stay together only stay until the evening, they shoot and scatter, but they find that a dinner that comes to the meal only eats half of it, uses half of the emotions to love you, and leaves half of it to love yourself, is it not such a pure entanglement that becomes clear after being injured again and again?
A song from Chen Grain's "Little Half", a seemingly brisk and rhythmic note, but it hides a deep wound. Once, you think that sincerity is the longest companion, and now, self-protection makes the mask begin to bring the other half of the face, in fact, looking back, it is found that the story behind it gradually becomes more difficult to sit still, but he can't guess it, and you sigh and regret, lazily thinking that everything has nothing to do with yourself, but in the dead of night, you find that the restraints are bound to bind their own freedom and wantonly, half, and half, the disguise is hurt.
The lights that don't disperse, the trajectory that doesn't go away, the unknown night splendor, the prosperity and the chaos, in fact, you are not like this, just relieved, just like the falling kite, not without the dream of flying higher, but tired, so gradually closer to the ground plane to heal the wounds, but this can prevent how much glass broken light, just a kind of release and suppression of indulgence wandering!
In the middle of the night, the lights of wanjia gradually entered the thick soup, and you, after drinking a little and a half, were cold and half cold, sad and hidden, but who could understand you and said "goodnight" again?
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