Coronavirus, Beyond I love myself this evening

This night, Rain will arrive

Alas, The wind will blow it out,

Like the many stars in the sky,

It gets up and sinks

Even more painful at night

I am hardly about to write again.

I am almost always writing

I am always right

I mean it is just so perfect

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