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To me, the sad winter dissapears like a dream after i met you. just for that moment, we all wished time would stop that it would last forever. but the winter will always come after spring, and the hurt will come after love. but if we would bear with the cold just for awhile, spring again would melt the hurt. Love is like hide and seek. although you can't see it, the heart beats frantically with its near.
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author Michele all these while...
February 2011 |