Warmly and softly, staring at the shadow in his eyes, the first kiss in the sun surrounded him like a golden circle. Fresh and gorgeous iris, scattered like feathers flying all over the sky. In my memory, the boy has warm and wide wings. The feathers are flying, just like the moment you spread your wings. With an ambiguous temperature, he took my hand. After the cloudy day, a pair of curved smiles will protect me forever. I know, that is the hope falling from my eyes - oh, I finally see it, you are my sun.
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