The age when I don't understand love, what I missed: the season of ignorance, what I lost: the now inactive life, what I often recall, the girls I chased in those years...
Are you still as pure and lovely as before? Do you still like blushing as much as before? Are you still pursuing your dream of a Prince Charming as persistently as you did before?
Are you growing up a little bit? Have you also become a little bit more sophisticated? Do you still remember the dreams we once pursued together?
I have not forgotten your words, words only I can understand: ten years to write, one year to publish. I'm still working hard for it, and you, do you still remember me?
That silly Shirou?
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