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Christmas is approaching, and the weather in the north is horribly cold.
When I get up in a hurry every morning, still reluctant to let go of the warm air in my bed, I always think of that snowy afternoon in Berlin.
——That day, you passed away and fell asleep in the cold lake. "The Loneliness of the Deep Sea" is long and long, and the angel's strings are plucked by sorrow, causing ripples on the lake.
You should be the wind, as long as you twist your body slightly, you can hover and fly into the sky; he should be the moon, and in countless dark nights, you will pass by with a smile.
The river is clear and shallow. How far has it gone?
There is a room full of water, and the pulse is speechless.
——This article is dedicated to the passing of Stellar and Sisi's favorite Kira...
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