It's a late morning to open your eyes
Lonely dust dancing in the sun
Open the window and let in the festive atmosphere
The warmth of last night was blown away in a flash
A swallow landed on the balcony facing west
Looking at the expressionless me in the cage
It says you are not the traveler in the dream
Why do you dare not go out here
There are yellow childhood portraits on the wall
At the age of three, I looked innocent and innocent
The exotic snow and green mountains in the background
It's like a script written in a previous life
The wine glass on the table was marked with a red lip
At the age of 30, I'm no longer obsessed
I waste my youth in my sleep
Waiting for the end to redeem the empty soul
Woo
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