If I really fail to leave the operating room, just what if, the wind will help me carry the message... It will carry it into your ear and say: "Che loves you, loves you very much..."
Che, do you still remember the first scene when we met? I was only five years old and you were seven...
"Brother, where are we going to play this time?"
"A place you like..."
If this is a dream, then I would rather never wake up...
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