Thoughts always emerge in large number when the time that I don't want to think.
Thwy come one by one, good and bad.
Black tea is still warm, but its favor has a little bit difference.
Should I impute to the water?
Or it is just because the time of taste is overdue.
It is just like at a flowering season.
After being in full blooms, they will all be withered.
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Katherine, did you write a poem???
ReplyDeleteSomething like that I think..haha...
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