lachrymose
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Lachrymose, the meaning of lachrymose is about that one emotion which is sad; easily brought to tears.
In the shining bright of the sky, there was a little girl who has been really energetic as ever she was.
Her scent, it was really good smell like thee gardenias. a flower that symbolize love. Even, she gets wet she still smell the same as she was.
Her hair, it was brownish-blond short hair she has, it was so smooth like a silk and the scent of her hair she has was a blossom that blooms when it's time for Autumn in Japan.
Her smile, really similar to the glare of the sun.
Her eyes, when you take a glance at it- you will see the diamond sparkling eye you will ever saw in your existence.
upon, seeing at her face features- you will see a very goddess looks like some famous sculptor made it, her face will never compare to other women in their village.
No one, will ever compared to her goddess.
She was an angel.
She was simple as she is
She is everything, she was perfect as she is.
But, that day... her life came to crash down when she fell in love to someone.
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