A white room, clean and full of the scents of spring, contains nothing but a selection of portraits, and a mourning girl. She reviews the photos, there is nothing else to do in the enclosed chamber, and forces a smile. How could she not, seeing the wide smile plastered on the picture, seeing her love without a care in the world? But she thinks, I've been here for so long, only staring longingly at a memory. She turns. What is there that was not is a lone door, embroidered with a border of fresh, white paint, and a sheet of glass across the center of the door. She walks over, her heart beating fast. The handle clicks, and the door slowly creaks open. With a new smile, a genuine smile, she enters the room, and the new world that awaits.
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Time Machine
PoetryA series of short paragraphs for each member of SNSD in their new Japanese MV/PV: Time Machine.
