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小注：
诗是心里的一首歌
或悲伤，或快乐
过去的让它过去
我还是喜欢现在的我
Seamless, spotless
All in a sudden
Broken into pieces
Cutting, bleeding, aching
Patching, mending, gluing
Scarred yet complete
Handle with care, hide in fear
One careless slip
All fell apart
Staring, confusing, lingering
Waiting, collecting, turning
If it's meant to be, it will be
The end of glassy fragility
The birth of classy versatility
Color the fragments with tears and laughs
Jigsaw their places with hands and minds
Who knows who can create those mosaic artwork
For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain
Or so says the legend
注：本文为作者原创
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