In the rainy night, I always stand up memories, memories of the past. Although this memory is always messy, but I still want to, want to recall. Perhaps this is a rainy night in lies its charm. Listening to music inside the CD machine, memories of the past, sadness, forming a layer of faint, like mist in general, light, however, enveloped my mind.
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