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4 Years
MMI (March 25,1992 / )

4 Years

Oh my god, it’s raining
After four years of hot sun
I might actually be able to run free
I’ve never felt such a beauty
They are so smooth but cold
I can run through it and touch it
But why can’t I hold on to it
What’s the point of this rain?
If I can not hold it, then why would I need it?
So tell me when you feel this
Can you shake all the happy moments in your life?
This is my very first time, I have touched rain

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