白头发就是这么来的。
I lost my little stars in my hand on the way.
I cried like hell.
All the time, I thought they shall stay with me no matter what. So I have no need to be worrying.
I keep walking, eating, sleeping.
One day when I wake up, it's fading. I wish it will come back to me-
I make the most sincere wishes and curse the worst to give away.
Still. I am left with tears in my eyes.
I can't blame.
Nothing left at the end.
Stars burn. Into ashes.
I feel it's not a dream.
I feel I wanna be in a dream.
Stars are weak.
Hope dies.
I have nothing.
Left.
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