Ending
Tears of separation surged in my heart, and the pain was buried in the scars that remained in my heart. In the incomplete memories, the sadness that had long evaporated was soaked in blurred tears, and the fiery red sunset burned the remaining hope in my heart.
Afraid of the dark night, afraid of loneliness, afraid of the feeling of being drunk, but I have to fight fire with fire and use alcohol to fill the void of one missing person. I once had a sincere relationship, whether sincere or consensual. After all, it existed between two people. It was once real. It was not grand...
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