Finally the petrichor arose...
The sobriquet of love.
R A I N.
Those little droplets kissed the flowers as a souvenir.
My mind wandered beyond miles,
And it rained there too.
The sobriquet of love.
R A I N.
Those little droplets kissed the flowers as a souvenir.
My mind wandered beyond miles,
And it rained there too.
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