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ordinary life is real life, -
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busy chasing every day something is worth What -
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Why is so difficult to pursue ordinary, the more close to the more far. . . -
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- a moment pondering
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- why should we cry, why this way, stumbled over life. . . . . . -
vulnerable when a person, to secretly hide, who did not want to find their own tears. -
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I really cry, think of the past, think about the future, I really cried -
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looking at the night sky, somewhere in the world, whether people like me helpless. . . -
always believed he is very strong, and friends have said so -
suppress all the suffering, all pain, all the tears, all the laughter. . . -