It is known that, pastel dreams have no price in this porcelain life
Unlike the seasons of nature, the spring of life does not return
Unlike diurnal motion, life does not follow a predictable routine
We may come from different backgrounds, but all human beings have the same destiny
Still, the mind can't be tied
Therefore, hope does not lose its rhythm
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