What I can give you is that youth will eventually fade, even the purest heart will gradually be covered with grooves. What I can give you is to describe the shape of happiness; it cannot be called a fantasy or flying whimsy, but only hope. What I can give you is scattered swirling seasons - spring, summer, and winter - where the season is not complete and clothing is not adequate.
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