Santa Claus will leave his presents in front of the windows of only the good children. It's the December that calls the winter. You, who was everyone's good child is starting to move me, who is full of cuts and bruises. After that day, the relationship between you and I is constantly moving. I can't even get a single day of proper sleep. Will we be able to smile in the Christmas only meant for good children?

(Source: Lezhin, translated)

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