sky is filled with cloud.
but not courlorful.
city is sleeping, ever opening eyes at night.
a body standing the room,keep silence.
day by day, he gets older and older.
it doesn't matter.
no one cares.
happy leaves him alone, while sadness is knocking the door.
mans love peace, then keep him alone.
it is not a problem.
one day he will find ways to chase beauty.
that day seems like tomorrow, oh no, just next second.
where is heaven,where is hell, that is the same place, he will find it in the end.
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