Those pale and broken memories that have washed away the color; those hidden wounds that cannot be healed; those days when we needed each other; those hurried moments. The waves shine brightly in the morning wind and the waning moon on the other shore. After years of lovesickness, the features remain the same. Time is finally overturned, finally decadent, and becomes broken flowers blooming under the eyes and on the lips. The boy lowered his head and kissed the girl's beautiful lips that were once full of smiles.
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