If tiny is born in the stillness
It seems that there is still some temperature left to trace the outline
Cool also give me more points
Sugar of climbing without permission
There is irritability climbing from the fingertips
From soul to heart
Just close your eyes and your nose is flying by
Meeting ten thousand miles away
Born proud, usually the most quiet forbearance
When did you start to be good at seeing things and thinking about people
It was a moment of shock to touch
Surging like a spring, the cell leaps like instinct
Like a curling plant, suddenly get a kiss from the sun
Shaking, stretching every inch of the body
The runaway thoughts survived the explosion
Hesitated and began to question the creator
If love can make one's mind grow stronger and stronger
Why is my soul more tender and loving
It's a fingerprint left under the fold
It's an invisible ring
Every eye of life admits it
It lacks the necessary components
Reason is occasionally swallowed by restlessness
Leave the fear to see what happens
To enjoy a moment of stupidity
Ecstatic in the security of return
Born proud, the most quiet and forbearing
But from the third day of parting
The startling moment is the moment when I feel ignorant
Jumping like a spring, surging in the cell instinctively
Like a curling plant, suddenly get a kiss from the sun
Shaking, stretching every inch of the body
Thoughts out of control are still alive in the explosion
Hesitated and began to question the creator
If love can make one's mind grow stronger and stronger
Why is my soul more tender and loving
Seeing things and thinking of people before the young soul meets again
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