today,
for you
to own your key;
how could it end up like this?
without any vain, kidnapped by those
scarlet wave in the dawn;
A -pink-cotton-candy, checked-butter-cookies,
separated your love;
without any hidden code,
happy birthday!
bright meadow.A dream moment, of love and laughter that doodle in the purple secret book
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