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The cold wind blows and the leaves rustle. His eyes seemed to be able to speak. They did not hold the whole universe, but just held me quietly. Slowly stretching out his hands from the pockets of his coat, the whole embrace was quietly let go by his arms, just waiting for my inlay, and wrapped around my waist. The mole at the corner of his eye was like a jumping fish, reflected into my eye socket by his mottled and flickering eyes. Nose to nose, warm breaths intertwined, quietly lingering into each other's hearts. If loving you is your punishment; then, my dear, after saying "I love you", I will choose to give up, okay?