Snow falls consistently over the city, refusing to relent. A girl, wearing a dress nearly as white as her surroundings, walks down the street, gently holding her laden dress. What was it for, the gorgeous dress? What significance did it hold? She looks down at the fabric, seeing scattered droplets staining its magnificent beauty. Tears? She looks at the drops for a while, watching them soak through to her skin.
A second later, a replica of the wet tears appears in the snow, this time leaving a trail as she walks all the way home.
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Time Machine
PoetryA series of short paragraphs for each member of SNSD in their new Japanese MV/PV: Time Machine.
