The lamp is slanting and the shadows are sparse.
Traveling through the huge city, coming and going in a hurry.
People who love each other have their own obsessions in their own corners.
Ten years seemed like quicksand falling between fingers.
What is love.
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How could she still retain her innocence after losing her forever?
How could she still smile like that before after deeply hurting him.
How could she, after experiencing the cruelty of the years, still have the same persistence as before.
How could he? He still loved her deeply.
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Reality is sometimes cruel, and fate is often wasted.
But, but.
But what?