Every time I tie my hair, memories come back to me.
A whisper of a secret love.
A treasure as delicate as a thread.
I want to touch it, but I can't.
But the warmth of that day is eternal.

Every time I tie my hair, memories come back to me.
A whisper of a secret love.
A treasure as delicate as a thread.
I want to touch it, but I can't.
But the warmth of that day is eternal.

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