Powdered snow, hey, you, in a way that is too fragile, turn eternity into a stain on the rough asphalt up ahead.
It's said that happiness waits in places that have been consumed by sadness. I'm still searching for a sunflower at the end of the season.
Abia astept sa ma bag in pat, sa ascult muzica si sa visez.
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