It is a winter day, the night is hazy, and there is no moonlight visible. However, the distance between you and me is getting closer. There is nothing wrong with liking you. For me, it is good to have you here on a moonless winter night.
No one will forget the pace of youth. They are like snowflakes. Even if they fall on the ground, you can only see and feel them. They are just like what you see with your eyes. They are cold and clear, mysterious and elegant. Where will the music stop... Here, it is November.
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