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As always, when another winter had passed,
I met a girl.
Somehow, she was a strange girl.
Her voice chirping endlessly like a lark. Her restless gestures scattering like dandelion seeds in the wind.
Unlike my cold and empty self, a warm and playful girl.
Suddenly appearing at the end of the silent winter, shaking people’s hearts with her noisy colors.
I thought she was somehow like a cherry blossom blooming on a spring day.
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