I Can Report Everything

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Whistler

Ideal and dream were blown into the sky,

Smells happiness but ignores wind and waves.

Two feet always walk differently,

Always try to hide the dirty footprints.

After the whistle sounded, what kind of face did you face?

can not imagine.

have a rest! May there be heaven in the world.

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