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Treat yourself like someone you love.
The hum of a distant train carries dreams of somewhere new, a low vibration that stirs wanderlust without urgency.
Slow days aren’t wasted days; they’re the ones that let me recharge, reflect, and appreciate the calm before the busy times come back.
Do not want to recall parting, can not resist the transparent pain; Just want to feel your tenderness, want to snuggle in your charming style.
Flowers bloom and fall in the dream, edge scattered edge gather rest assured.
Thoughts can not help in the heart of the endless hesitation, spread. Frowns sad, is you to me planted the broken thoughts.
Not confused in the heart, not trapped in the feeling. Not afraid of the future, not thinking about the past. So, all right.