[Time Capsule] In the old days of Slovenia, a cup of coffee, an ancient city, an afternoon that no one knew, the spring sun was drenched, and I fell asleep accidentally and woke up accidentally. Life always needs something like doing nothing, let hard and soft, let the boiling calm, let the gallop slow, even if you are a person with a story, don't rush to promote it, slow is likable. In that fleeting dream, vines crawled all over their faces, wings covered the church, and finally a iron lock sealed the singing. Who will come?
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[Time Capsule] In the old days of Slovenia, a cup of coffee, an ancient city, an afternoon that no one knew, the spring sun was drenched, and I fell asleep accidentally and woke up accidentally. Life always needs something like doing nothing, let hard and soft, let the boiling calm, let the gallop slow, even if you are a person with a story, don't rush to promote it, slow is likable. In that fleeting dream, vines crawled all over their faces, wings covered the church, and finally a iron lock sealed the singing. Who will come?