Every little thing he does is magic too.
Catch my sleeve or wrist in a casually way.
Lowering his head，lifting my hair which block my cheek，ask me something tenderly and earnestly.
See through the sorrow in my eyes' glimmer.
And
Recognize my moodiness when I look like a pouting child.
早
雨停了打开窗
看到半个月亮
和一颗星
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