I don't know if you are the same.
I don't know if your eyes that are so cold to the bone can tolerate me.
I don't know how true or false your statement "I don't like anyone" is.
There are so many things that I don't know, from scratch to something, from small to big, from gathering to separation.
I don't know if you are the same.
I don't know what identity your smile represents for me.
I don't know why you didn't continue with your question that day.
There are many things I don't know, from seeing or not seeing, from getting used to it to separation.
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