walkin` one by one on stone pavement in the crowed.
my hand was held tight.
dark night cloak. white breath. extic noise. classic lights. ebony wind scent.
not snowing. but still cold for me came from ten degree upper.whites buildings stood out against the cold black sky.
people passed through next to me without glance.
put fluffy and locked up in the drawer as could as possible the pictures brightly.
you still keep me warm.
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