Mother, there are no fireflies tonight, and no way home. Mother, the forest is pitch black, casting me into the loneliness of the past. The shadows are full of claws and fangs; the wonderland is now like a stranger. How can I leave this dark swamp and keep the only light left in my heart?
Elegant
99
Fresh
102
Sweet
486
Sexy
105
Cool
933
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