The leaves of the evergreen camphor tree exude a faint fragrance that sneaks into the nose, sneaks into the years, sneaks into the years, and carves deep lines.
There is such a road. Camphor trees are planted on both sides of the road. The small tree trunks are carved with unique fragrance lines as they go around year after year. That is the road we have walked together... The lines we have walked together hand in hand...
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