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蓝色的忧郁萌发在干涸的季节广阔的平原后这是最后一棵消息树了我停落在枝头,以我最长的脖子望着一只鸟带着信誓旦旦飞出我的眼睛日头下落的天空是我的心情哑哑的哀鸣流出鲜红的血我以同一种姿势雕塑在那里没有支点的叶子在我头顶飘零刺破我苍白的残骸与血色植在内心的呆板与寂
The blue melancholy germinated after the dry expansive plain of the season. This was the last message tree. I landed on the branch and looked at a bird with my longest neck and flew out with my eyes. The sky was my mood. The dumb whine came out of the bright red blood. I sculptured in the same posture. There was no fulcrum in the leaves. Penetration on my head pierced my pale wreckage and bloody plant.