Depressed, yes. It's hot and humid all of a sudden being frozen in the fridge, which I don't like. I almost forgot when I really craved sweaty summer. Maybe I'm just too afraid of dry muna like the weather.
Monologue, yours, mine, or ours. All become illusory. I just watched those scenes wishful thinking.
spring. summer. Autumn. winter.
sunny. rain. …
The ebb and flow of a relationship requires four seasons and changing weather.
We are together, or apart, as the sun and the moon, the rain and the sunshine can attest.
In early spring, we walked with each other in the huge square, smoking cigarettes together, but no one saw anyone.
This is the first time they have been separated after many years of meeting.
spring? Isn't it planting season? Only, what is sown is parting.
It is still cute in summer, and in summer, love begins to blend together. On a moonlit night, the wind seems to come from those verdant trees, with the scent of a girly body, pouring into your body. Close your eyes, open your eyes, and have already cuddled with each other.
autumn? I thought it would be a circle again. The empire where the sun never sets. But even after seeing the midnight sun, they parted ways. Or, the dilated pupil in your eye is my circle.
In winter, I experienced a chase and an inexplicable stare. The story begins when it is clear and rainy. This winter is warm and charitable. Oto and Ana have a place in each other's hearts.
Born in spring, summer, long in autumn, harvested in winter?
Love is far less well-behaved than crops.
Their winters are full of snow.
Why can't the South where I live be able to withstand heavy snow?
Hopefully Oto and Ana are already covered in snow in winter.
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