The sun falls on my face
Treats the grass and trees, treats the snowy winter
Treats a person who lives in the cold
For a moment, I was loved by this universe
without distinction
This is a season of lingering thoughts
Mist spreads from the body
If you smell it deliberately
It should be the smell of a pine tree
Sweet and stable, rich and abundant
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Brian Wong
Hello, I'm Brian Wong , a 29-year-old aspiring writer dedicated to weaving captivating stories that resonate with the depths of human experience.
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