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ๅ† ่ป้›™ๆœˆๅ…ธ่—็‰ˆ

้‡‘็ฎ”็ด…็ƒ้พ่›‹้ปƒ้…ฅ๏ฝœ่Š‹ๆณฅๆตๅฟƒ้…ฅ

 

้—œๆ–ผๆ™‚้–“่ˆ‡ๆ€ๅฟต็š„ๆง‹ๆˆ

ๅœ“ๆ˜ฏๆ€ๅฟต็š„ไปฃ่™Ÿ,ๆ˜ฏๆˆ‘ๅ€‘็‚บๅฝผๆญค็•™ไธ‹ไธ€ๆŸๅ…‰็š„ๆ–นๅผ

ๆœˆๅ…‰ๆฒ’ๆœ‰่ฒ้Ÿณ,ๅป็ธฝๅœจๆˆ‘ๅ€‘ๆœ€ๆŸ”่ปŸ็š„ๅœฐๆ–น็™ผไบฎ


The Geometry of Longing.

A circle is how we remember.A quiet shape.

A gesture of light, left for someone else.

Moonlight has no voice,yet it always finds the softest part of us.