A yellow car. The blue sea. A green tree. The yellow sun. A white dress. His dark hair. Her dark hair. Her dark eyes. His deep eyes. The blue sea. The sea. The sea.
The sea is comforting. It is a lullaby. The sea does not care about emotions. The sea does not care about dramas. The sea does not care about melodramas. The sea just is. It moves and it rests and it moves again. And it just lets you be.
My yellow car. My blue sea. My green tree. My yellow sun. My white dress. His my dark hair. My dark hair. His my deep eyes. My sea. My sea. It just lets me be.
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