If I could express this feeling
it would be in hysterical laughter carried by the wind to distant places. If you could see this sight of seasons changing, colors rearranging, and the old trees that keep on aging. As the leaves fall, soon to be covered by snow, leaving no traces; of life.
it would be in hysterical laughter carried by the wind to distant places. If you could see this sight of seasons changing, colors rearranging, and the old trees that keep on aging. As the leaves fall, soon to be covered by snow, leaving no traces; of life.
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