The drooping curve at the end of the eye is like the willow branches in March dipped in spring water. In the midst of the changing eyes, even the sigh is wrapped in the softness of cotton candy.

The lips are the juice splashed when crushing roses, and a smile blooms with the luster of ripe cherries, and the breath is like melting snow on mint leaves.
In a flash, entered the heart.

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· 03-05 07:04

The curve at the corners of the eyes droops like the willow branches in March dipped in spring water. As the gaze flows, even sighs are wrapped in the softness of cotton candy.
The lips are like the juice splattered when crushing roses, blooming into the luster of ripe cherries with a smile, and the breath is like the melting snow on mint leaves.
In an instant, it enters the heart of fragrance.

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