I went back to the place where we kept our beautiful memories. The snow was so thick and so clean that there wasn't even a single footprint. The sunshine left half of the brilliant orange footprints on it, and the other half is still our beloved ice blue, so pure and suffocating. Pursue your future life well, and I will bless you in heaven. I wrote this paragraph to myself and to the angel who takes care of you.
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