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Sunny atrium,
in the air,
It has the aroma of waffles and black tea.
It's the rose vines on the wall,
It's a clear blue sky,
Or them around you?
The corners of my mouth turned up unconsciously...
If,
Here, these people, this day,
It is destined to be the most beautiful scene in my life,
I don't know, I should be happy,
Or... Should I be sad?
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