The story of camphor and camphor, what is it like? In the gap between a raise of head and a lower of head, someone spoke in a low voice. And then everything became very subtle. The eyes had warmth, and the palms had moisture. Those summers that hastily bloomed in the sky, the sunshine had the most vigorous growth. She ran past him hurriedly, and thus the floating grasses bloomed lonely flowers; He waited quietly behind her, and thus the sunset closed the heavy door; He and she became increasingly silent in the four seasons, the past twilights and the yet-to-come dawns. She and she walked slower and slower in the summer, the hands that were pulled held the hands that were not pulled. Some melodies have never been sung actually, some torches have never been ignited. But the world had sounds and light.
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