The blooming bud of friendship
To my sky, you're a cute phoenix In my sea, you're a ship of friendship When we hold hands through a soft cold fragrance breeze, I only felt the warmth of friendship and its fragrance. When I close my eyes, I see you through the curtains of my heart still. Our friendship is a blooming bud in a magical garden.
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