prison Break

Everyone’s eyelashes are prison iron fences

We are so close

But can’t smell the slightest warm breath

Winter bus on icy irons

Avoiding the suspected hand, in the gap between survival

Carefully measure the distance you can live

New Year’s huge balloons fall in love on the square

Children’s sleigh-like singing sounded in the store

On this day unrelated to me

My indifference to me, my humility

Breathing on the glass window over and over again

Escape back thousands of miles in the blurred vision

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