I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking on the bottom of the sea, breathing softly, being extremely infatuated and extremely angry. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like the afterglow before sunset, I can't bear to leave. I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, the pear frying in the snow and the rain falling. I still like you very much...
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