That day you said you were leaving, I cried so hard that my heart broke.
Yes, I don't know you, but I love you more than anyone else.
I love your chicness and your publicity.
Or I love the way you look at me even more.
My dear, I am not God.
I have feelings and thoughts.
Although I am not qualified to interfere with your affairs.
But I wish I could know more about you.
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