
The Sadness of Those Pure White Years
by Sinandu
About This Novel
Man: "In your world, we are like a farce. But later on, you were calm and calm, but I will never forget it." "I don't want to mention you anymore. Even your name feels so heavy to me." Woman: "Suddenly I feel sad. I promised, it's about you. Never mention it. However, time is too short and the memory is too deep. The years are silent and the world is far away. "You are like a play that cannot be repeated. When the play is over, I am hurt." How can love be so complicated in this simple world? Who failed to live up to whose waiting? Who is pale and whose passing years are gone? The story continues, let's look at the true meaning of "can't get" and "lost". Please add 1019253668 as a friend - Sinandu, and check the latest news of the article -
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