What is there between you and me?
Your disguise, my pride, your takoyaki, my black coffee, your snow and my rain.
But alone, without love.
No, maybe there was, but that was the beginning.
Time can change everything, and so does the relationship between you and me.
Once you have loved it, you have forgotten it.
I don't know what else I can remember. I don't know whether the memories between each other are liberation or bondage.
I have no idea.
So, I choose to forget.
Goodbey, my lover.
I will miss you, forever.
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PS I don't know what the copywriter is writing about... An explanation of the title of the article...?