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I'm not the hero of your story. I see you sad for someone else.
Love is like wealth, depends on the wheel of fate, it is always in a violent up-and-down.
The second day of February this year still have to cut hair ~ a year of good luck ~ and then all love me and I love the people have to be happy ~ Thank you ~ landscape a trip, three lives lucky ~
I put on my armor and hold my spear, and use all I have to defend the light and tenderness I seek.