Snow, it's light snow. Snow is snow mixed with raindrops.
It hit the gravel paved road hard with a crackling sound.
He hit the heart made of flesh and blood hard, but lost his voice...
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As the title says, this is actually an article I started writing at the end of March.
Then it has been delayed until now
It's barely a comedy
Sure enough, I am still suitable for writing tragedy, and I struggled with the ending for a long time.
There are so many adjectives that even I have difficulty reading them.
Please enjoy it slowly,,
Intention: