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People are walking on the street With the mask like a fallen leaf So cold and aged Floating through the winter wind It's the city which urges me on With its step stop non We are all chasing when dreaming Can not get up until we are gone -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 114.45.93.13
korn31910:not bad! 09/23 19:31