Are you pretty good in mathematics?
Nobody knows it even the expert himself.
January is the first month of the years.
It brings the misery and a lot of tears.
The raindrops keep me sober; the time goes so fast in November.
All of us will remember these days.
The days of the unspoken says.
The tomorrow is getting closer,
Where the day I want to share the laughter.
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