Sorrow is in the air; Thoughts come to mind; Too gorgeous; Too delicate; This "sad tribute" left only dust after the neon clothes were removed.
The gentle air is filled with sadness. The sad praise is almost over. No one will say stop. We are all lost in the memory of our past. We want to stop but are at a loss. Maybe when we grow up, we will remember the good we are now. How about our agreement? Ten, five, twenty years. We will never say goodbye. Remember my love.
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