You said you didn't love her, so why, in the end, did you marry a woman who looked like her? Until your dying day, you couldn't forget her. Was it that single smile amid the riotous colors of the northern frontier, or the words she spoke beneath the willow branches in the moonlight, telling you she liked you?
The woman who walked away beneath her umbrella, growing ever more distant in the depths of time: you never once tried to stop her.
Where did such deep devotion come from? #favorite_1{color:#DC143C;font-weight:bold;border-style:double;}
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When will it be finished. . .
The last article is almost finished. Why did you lock him up?