Raising a pair of hands stained with blood, just for the people who love me...
I swear to live as a ghost, just for the one I love...
The same color tells endless connections...
Can the endless sorrow in the past life be exchanged for God's mercy in this life? Can I hold hands with you in the same blue sky?
The introduction is too complicated?
Let's put it simply ~ the story of a small facial paralysis and a large facial paralysis. Please rest assured that this is not a tragic story.
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