"Since I can't give up, let me create those days we imagined."
When I woke up, I had no memory of anything. Everything I knew about myself was learned from the mouth of the person in front of me. No matter how hard it was to believe, I had to accept it.
If you are really a lover, then fall in love again, because I don't want to see you sad. But, why, just at the moment when he admitted to falling in love, did he tell him that everything was an illusion?
Except for the name, nothing is real.
The feelings that he originally decided to give up were twisted into a bondage that could no longer be untied, and he couldn't do it.
I thought I was the one who controlled everything, but it turned out that I had already driven that person crazy.
He can no longer interfere with what that person will do or what he will do.
If you don't have hatred in your eyes, you don't believe that there are white heads in the world.
This is a story that begins with a madman.
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PS: It's not a substitute, it's not the past and present life...
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