二刺螈恶心心





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谢幕的第二枪，才知道花飘落的地方。
跌落的花朵，寻不到淡淡的微光。
贪吃的少女，找不到花埋葬的方向。
深夜里的光芒，才慢慢回到我的手上。
The second shot of the curtain call, only to know the place where the flowers fell.
Falling flowers, no faint glimmer can be found.
The greedy girl can't find the direction of the flower burial.
The light in the middle of the night slowly returned to my hand.