The wind stopped by my side for a short time, and I naively thought like a child that it only belonged to me. Moved by the wind, rise by the wind, and go away from the wind. Just a gentle whisper, like the sound of a silver bell, ethereal and sweet, once made me fascinated... I am a little wind catcher in the vast world, holding this ray of wind that should be free in my arms. The world is as prosperous as her, and it should be the gentle breeze blowing slowly, followed by the bright moon. The wind started to blow. I silently stretched out my hand and shook it gently. I seemed to have thought of something. I put my hand on my heart and then released my hand. Well, it was empty! But I did feel the softness and coolness in my body and mind. After all, it was only mine...
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