Azabu in the Rain
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1 loating mood is like only half a piece of chocolate,
Floating mood is like a cup of milkshake. Heaven and earth, You and me, There's only one last umbrella left at the moment. Warmth seems to have no end. After drinking, Come and go so alternately. Advanced Encounter Game, Low—level heartless memories, The rain best suited to melody. The sense of blowing away is like a senseless order. The feeling of blowing away is as silent as no fueling. What are people for?
