诗歌/昕儿
A mottled night
Be careful to talk to my mind
The silent people
Protecting her secret garden
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The quiet night
Deserted and sad
"Look up，shooting star"
A young girl cried gladly
The shooting star streaked the night sky
Suddenly
The night sky was still cold and lonely
The young girl still couldn't say the secrets and wishes
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Time was indifferent to memories
The shades solidified the smile
Lovely girl
After night falls
She didn't wait until morning
（文/昱昕.昕儿）