It's a cage that grows with age
Visitors are rare, they couldn't bear
The truth so blunt, it chokes their lungs
Clean the wounds, paint the pain
Hide the marks, sew a smile
Peek between the bars, you can see the guards
If you see where my heart locate
Come meet me by the
gate

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因為有目標,所以每天都過得很有意義。

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