The mirror of my dream!
The world came and broke every time
I was stubborn too
glued it every time
The pictures of the world were spoiled in this
I could see the destination clearly
noticing my stubbornness one night
the mirror also breathed quietly
- 'Get up as many times as the world makes you fall'
The world may get tired, but you must not.'
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