Two people so similar meet,
Wearing masks, they both yearn for warmth.
We are all children hiding in the darkness, we are all afraid of the cold, we hug each other for warmth.
We are close and we are separated from each other.
Layers of conspiracies have imprisoned you and me. Let go of our tightly held hands and I will break the prison for you.
Break the cage, why can't I hold your hand again?
The document is not trustworthy, this article is more cheerful >w<
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Original title: "A Golden Sister Falls from the Sky"
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