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I don’t know when it will start. I can’t sleep at noon.

Insincerity is dangerous,
But blind sincerity is fatal. ​

It’s December 5th again,

The letters written by former Youth Association volunteers are still vivid in my mind. ​

After a day’s work, I finally set out to go home.

I found that I have become immune to milk tea, flowers and dolls.

Gentle to have, but not compromise, I want to be in quiet, not strong.

The road to a lover’s house is never long

$MASKS

t's Friday 
It's going to be fun  🎭🎭🎭🎭