I want to come, I have been rubbing with those opportunities in hesitation, and anyway, I am now full of sunshine. When life is coming, the fluttering is not a white snow, and it is a new year. All the way, the brutal and indifference of life, the simple and fragile life of life, there is a gentle rain, and there is a cool wind. If you don't want to follow the enthusiasm, you will cover the snow, you will not consider when the flower buds in your heart bloom. Because after all in the cold winter, it is a good spring. It is always accompanied me to share with me, so I think I am happy.
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