Raindrops... At first they are slow, gently flowing through each strand of lashes. Smoothly they put a burden on the delicate strands, eyes closed under the burden of teardrops.
Memories from the past: cheerful and sad, bitter and sweet, flowing down smooth flawless rosy cheeks. Very soon, just like nature that feels washed and cleansed after clear raindrops, I feel light and cleansed.
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