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小霖棒棒的，希望你能天天开心，不被那些让你不高兴的人或事扰了好心情，我们不会因为你的资源少而不开心，只要你开心就好。大家都会支持你的☺☺☺

There were handles, door bells, where, on the trace of a hand, another hand was placed; suitcases next to one another in the left luggage. And maybe one night the same dream forgotten on walking; But every beginning is only a continuation and the book of fate is always open in the middle.

There were sings, indications, undecipherable, what does in matter. Three years ago, perhaps or even last Tuesday, this leaf flying from one shoulder to another? Something lost and gathered. Who knows, perhaps a ball already in the bushes, in childhood?

💙💙💙

I would like to ask them, if they can remember perhaps in a revolving door face to face one day? A 'sorry' in the crowd? 'Wrong number' on the 'phone? but I know the answer. No, they don't remember. How surprised they would be For such a long time already Fate has been playing with them.

They both thought that a sudden feeling had united them This certainty is beautiful, Even more beautiful than uncertainty. They thought they didn't know each other, nothing had ever happened between them, These streets, these stairs, this corridors, Where they could have met so long ago？

好苏的声音

加油 ，希望你在这条路上一直向前冲- ̗̀(๑ᵔ⌔ᵔ๑)

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