Is there anyone like me who looks up at a person from the messy black when the wind blows?
I never had the courage to tell you that I love you very much. The love of a coward, isn't it? It's worth nothing.
Those memories that were so painful that they even refused to be recalled are wounds that have been exposed forever, exposed to wind and sun, so they bleed. My world is you, but in your world I can only be found in oblivion.
No one knows that in the sunshine and the wind that day, I want to tell you that I love you very much.
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