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Categories: youthfulness
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The fire of youthful flowers, hot and hot, burned into a piece of summer fire. The stars scattered in the flow of years, remembered in the mind as a complete cycle. The young girl's cheeks are slightly red, and her hands are holding those hidden matters of the heart tightly. You know what? Like you, like the bright summer sun like. You pick the sunlight in, and there's an extra stream of light under your eyes. You asked me what my wish was. I like it best when we're all together. Being together...