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C'est la vie
้ฝๅธๅ ๆฅ่ๅฃๅ๏ผ่ฒ ้ขๆ ็ทๆช่ฝ้ๆพ๏ผๅ็ฎกไบบ็ไธๅฆๆ๏ผ่่ๅ ฅๅค๏ผๆฏๆๅๆพไธๆๆๆ็ทใ ๆถ็ไธไฟ็ผๅ ๏ผ้จ่่ชๅทฑ็ๆญฅๆณ๏ผๆพ่ไธไธ๏ผๅฐๅๆพๅจไบบ็ไธญ็ถปๆพ็ไฝ ใ ๅกไบบไนๅฏ่ทณๅบ็ๆญฃ็่ชๅทฑ๏ผ็ธไฟกไธ็ไธๅฎๆๆ่งฃๆฑบ็ๅบๅฃใ In the cityโs stress and negativity, we yearn to break free and clear our minds. As night falls, we shed judgment and rediscover ourselves. Even in despair, hope remains. Letting go, we reclaim ourselves and take flight. We may be mere mortals, but we can still break free and believe in a brighter future.
