To: Mr. LovelyLuck
Address: Deepest, My Heart.
I know where you are -- my heart, deep inside there...
You are always there, like a pretty important and precious item, being kept in a little box!
You won't go and open the box too often, but it's always there...
But occasionally, the box is somehow opened, and the item is exposed, covered with a thin layer of dust...
Don't worry, let the tears wash away the dust; just like the rain washing away the bustle of the city!
And then, everything will be so fresh again...
And then, everything's back to the place where it supposed to be...
And then, life goes on... =)
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