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又是一个宁静的夜,天空清幽幽的,昔日的欢笑与快乐因此而沉默了。我抱膝坐在窗台边,凝想,凝想……小时候——未曾放飞的风筝!
It was a quiet night again, and the sky was faint. The laughter and happiness of the past were silent. I sat on the ledge with my knees, condensate, and meditation... When I was a child – a kite that had never been flying!