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Sometimes I want to look at events through a special lens. Looking through glasses dipped in a charming pink mist, this world also seems beautiful sometimes.
Glasses….
You don't know me without my glasses, you know who is hiding behind them...but are you sure? My glasses cover me, so you only see the image created by your imagination. My glasses protect me, you won't even notice, it's a hidden shield. My glasses are weapons, I disappear without a sound. My glasses take many forms and are always one. (but they are still the same) My glasses are just dreams. My glasses are the gateway to a mysterious universe.
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