"The street was quiet in the cold winter, I was here, lying on the nostalgic nostalgia and thinking about the vague things like a romantic fool. The weather is no longer gloomy, suddenly remembered for a few nights in the dark room, just sit there, looking out of a window, mist covered, and heavy breathing. However, sometimes I also pondered, If I could love her hot summer beauty like summer days, Or love the beauty as cold winter days are good! Your life is not really long? Why do you have to choose a piece for yourself?"
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