The World is Very Hostile Towards Girls
How could he like so many people, and I just need one person to protect me properly.
A feeling of right or wrong, of grievance—perhaps this is the beginning of distance.
Once, the little deer also bumped into each other, but later, the little deer grew up and walked steadily and confidently, until I appeared. Then, my little deer snapped out the cigarette and said to me, 'This is the last time I'm jumping'
The moon was chewed up and turned into stars; you're hiding in this starry sky.
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