He lives in a world where people sing ballads on Mondays and love wearing black and white. They would stop to dance under the pale moonlight and stars. Every shooting star means the beginning of a new life, a change in things. An eclipse means the birth of joy and the death of pain. Tea and ice cream means flowers and affection. And time? Time is of the essence. Time is their gold, and their silver, and their bronze. Time is their everything. And he, amid the lights of the ever-blooming city, is a timepiece himself.
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