@washingtons

The south wind, cold missing coffee, but blowing away the compression of distant miss about. That is, loneliness, melancholy and a deep desolation, over the years, but also a heart of the sea of ups and downs. With the hand that wrote the oath to hold up a piece of light willow catkins, like fire enthusiasm, like the tenderness of water. Your eternal nightmare, has been treasured in my pupil, soaked, deep melt, swallowed in the heart, never fade.

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