In the other era, everyone's inner world is chaotic and dangerous, so haggard can't cry and haven't got a deep sleep. Who do I love and who do I hate? It's not thorough in this deep sea, but it still attracts people to make pilgrimages to the sea. I can perceive, I can breathe inside, the ocean in my mind. these seconds, these fences, crash into the edge of the night, nothing will be coming back, everybody ain't alright. I try to find the signs that might, reveal the ocean hide.
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