The night behind close up, loneliness toward Star, becoming one with no solution for the mystery of a coldtear point, hanging in the eternal face, hiding in the remnants of my dream.
夜色在身后合拢，寂寞走向星空，成为一个无解的谜，一颗冰凉的泪点，挂在永恒的脸上，躲在我残存的梦中。
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Then one day, a good year and a half after the visit to the diagnostic pediatrician, I decided to tear open the metaphorical credit card envelope and take a cold, hard look at the fine print.