I think I should be a dead flower
Otherwise, why can't it bloom
I think I should be a child of the night
Otherwise, why are you so afraid of sunshine
I long to be a dragonfly flying alone
Walking freely in the beautiful flowers
How I wish I was a firefly
There will be light every night
Will all sparrows die in winter
Are all people losing their conscience in money
Is it true that only poor children can sing the most beautiful songs
Is it only the wandering people who understand the bitterness of life
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