It's nice to have you in the arms of the waking up morning.
The feelings of finger neck touching are too real to record
As the rhythm of Merry Christmas Mr.Lawrence flows into the pillow.
Since sunshine waving its wings outside the window,
Shadows of the persian blinds flirt on the white wall,
Cedar Leaves fall from the tree branch, twinkle in the air.
Cold as the winter could be, walking by the east lake at noon freezing nose can't breath freely.
Cup of hot baysalt latte in hands but warm in heart.
yet not warm enough to melt the iceberg of yours.
Anyway, Sunday is a sunny day.
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