"I will give you a wishing box, I will give you a magic mask, and I will let you step on the luminous stairs to your dreams.
Let you make a wish and take you to see the elephant parade."
She coaxed herself and embarked on a lonely journey.
That year they looked at the stars and had so many brilliant dreams.
Walking on the road, she often imagined if there was really a person walking in front of her.
Facing the light, give her a wishing box.
An encounter is an empty joy.
He came and he left, leaving only the starry sky.
In front of the bonfire, her legs were numb and she raised her head as the cold wind blew in. It seemed as if there was someone watching her with a smile, and caressing his cheek with a slightly rough hand, promising to give her a wishing box and make her dreams come true.
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If you were here, would you reach out and hug me?