Looking back again, the person who smiles and says "good morning" to you every morning, no, maybe he is a ghost, has disappeared without a trace.
Completely withdraw from your life.
Touching your heart, can you tell me that you don't regret it at all?
At least, I can't.
Because in my memories, there is her shadow in every corner.
Is it the sad thing about those who leave, or the sad thing about those who are left behind?
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