The winter wind was cold, and the stars were shining very near. I was watching them with my friend. “Wow, they are so beautiful!” she said. She pointed to one star and told me, “That star will burn and be gone by next year.” Then, I noticed that everything in this world will go away. ”Do you have a dream?″ she asked. “No,” I said. “Someday, I want to go into space,” she said. “Every-thing in the world will shine and go away. I want to be someone who can shine brightly,” she said. I feel I’m being left behind. The stars were shining very high. I ran down the hill and followed her. She was already walking far ahead.   (120 words)
By O.Y.　

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