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The sound of a distant thunderstorm rolled across the sky, the rain still hours away, making the air feel thick and heavy with anticipation.
Turn "almost" into "done".
Creativity is my superpower—whether I’m writing a messy poem, cooking a experimental meal, or rearranging my room, it’s how I make sense of the world and express my soul.
Time, around the finger gradually, sad empty years of elegance, wrote the vicissitudes of the rings. The dream ran aground, the heart of my thoughts, always wan wan light, powder such as this May of red, if the song full sleeve. Wandering mind, eyes filled with liquid, startled the misty rain of Jiangnan hazy. Holding a wisp of warmth, folding the shadow of willow shade, blurred with the night, silent into, but still is the lonely watch.
If love can last for a long time, there is no need to stay together day and night. Dear baby, I can't always be with you, but I will always be with your heart.
February 2, why black hair is red, because we have "dye"
Happiness, but to the wound to find an excuse to cry with a smile.