River of forgetfulness, river of forgetfulness, river of forgetfulness.
Can it really be forgotten?
The clear water flows forward, and the waves of fate roll over.
I'm glad to meet you.
I am happy to think of you.
I am also very happy and forgot about you.
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The writing style of the previous short stories was relatively immature, so don't blame me.
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