A snow as a love. When it was started, your soul was happy, your life was better. But when a snow convers to a dirt as a love convers to a hate, happiness of your soul ends. It’s sad, but it’s true. Will you like snow and love, will you want this, if it will provided for you unhappy and pain?
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