Memories are a lingering song. I walked with him for thirteen years...
Memories are a bitter poem that has accompanied him for thirteen years...
One day, I will let go of your hand. I am no longer the child who only acts like a baby.
One day, you will let go of my hand and you will no longer be just a baby turtle under my wings.
One day, you will marry a wife and have children. As a father, this will not change my choice, even if everything is irreversible.
One day, I will marry a wife and have children. As a father, even if the bride will never be you, it will never make me forget you.
The day will come when we all reach the other side that cannot be reached by each other...
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