Dear you a beautiful soul,
The darkness has turned out to be white,
The gloomy has becoming the story that brings us into a long night conversation,
I don’t know how did you come, but I am glad and in gratitude you are here.
My 3 a.m. is not a nightmare anymore. Even I can’t ignore the fear of you are only my hallucination, but the books you gave, the feelings you left inside of me blurred the fear.
I’m glad you came.

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