We, like the wings of birds degradation, only the ground looking at the sky, look up the insistence of some no longer be, ups and downs of the heart, others are moving.

而我们，像翅膀退化的鸟，只能在地上仰望天空，仰望一些再也无法获得的坚持，心里起落的，是属于别人的感动。

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We, like the wings of birds degradation, only the ground looking at the sky, look up the insistence of some no longer be, ups and downs of the heart, others are moving.

而我们，像翅膀退化的鸟，只能在地上仰望天空，仰望一些再也无法获得的坚持，心里起落的，是属于别人的感动。

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