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Love is so sad and beautiful, it destroys, it hurts the rib cage
you’ll never know,
what It’s like to be a crow
Running to the fire for you, definitely in love,
so tired indeed
The most sad thing, the encounter was wasted
not a loser but got classified
Wandering on the streets alone
ignore the crowds
all crows are black
But he’s not heartless
love is neither high nor low, and the Crow dares to fly for it
You’re so perfect, it makes me darker
Even if you don’t have to say anything, scorn is like the crushed rock
Wearing wings, still have no way to fly,
suffuer from ignores, no way to get out
lack is luxury
hate is shame
My heart was broken, and I faced it
honesty was a tearjerker
huihui, the kindest wolf cub, can be friend with goats while his dad always trying to eat them