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Swing away the fog, it is my sunshine.

Leaning against the retro library bookshelf, the dusk in front of the window falls on the pages in your hand. "

-"I got on a train with an unknown destination and blocked my sight with broken hair"-

? On the edge of rosy clouds, I smiled and waved, hiding loneliness.

Personal description:

This is to be written by yourself. Why don't you give me your information and I'll write it for you?