关注BigRicePiano: https://www.youtube.com/c/BigRicePiano/I wandered under great trees whose branches twisted and carried a blanket full of leaves, and only a small, soft light was let through between them. The leaves rustled softly in the wind and became a whisper carried down with the light. This place was old and yet so familiar, big enough to get endlessly lost in. Yet I knew I won't, with lights and whispers right by my side.
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