You can create the illusion of indifference
against the background of reality I can not be looking forward to this mortal journeying Nankeyimeng
I had a very rare and made fun of you boys and girls are now even dare infatuation
boast of his lofty and firm
invisible God I do not know the impulse of passion or
can not say a sincere heart is the cradle of lies and sweet notes
is illusory trap
set aside the wisdom of that Swallows Yingsheng paradise
sore heart full of tears though reluctantly
resolutely banished
my dream
not intoxicated, and Unreal
Farewell, mirage
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