In the city's nighttime lights, people's shadows blur; everyone forgets who is who, forgets those youthful days, forgets those innocent hearts. Amidst the clinking of glasses, smiles don't reach the eyes; words are uttered in flowery pleasantries. I wonder if time has changed us, or if we have changed the world. Whenever the night is deep and quiet, I can't help but feel a little lonely and melancholic. But no matter what, never forget your original aspirations, never forget the beautiful memories you hold. Everyone should be their most radiant self. Goodnight, colorful world.
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