If I start over again, I can save my miserable life and catch the person I want.
That boy who had a soul resonance but met briefly.
I followed my memory to find the boy, but I didn't know that this was the boy in the story, but not the boy who told me the story.
It was misplaced from the beginning. What I was close to was not my moon.
A rose that is carefully cared for always has its thorns exposed.
My kindness to him is all restraint.
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The girl stretched out her hand to the boy and took him to a fairy tale world.
The sudden kindness made him resist, but he fell into panic when he knew the truth about the relationship.
Let it go! I am not a rose in your hand, I am a living person.
