We walked through every spring, summer, autumn and winter together, sneezing together when we smelled the same pollen. When we step through the withered leaves of autumn, we look back together. The road we have traveled behind us is much longer than the lifeline in the palm of our hands.
It's like looking in the mirror, but what you are facing is not an afterimage of nothingness. You can hug and you can kiss. The shoulder blades have the same curvature, the eyelashes look the same length from the side, and even small movements like stroking the hair are surprisingly consistent. You can see the same yourself in this world day and night, smile at yourself, and call yourself. You also send your smile back like this, but the smile freezes on your face unintentionally. You closed your eyes, as if you had a long and premeditated nightmare.
With the same appearance, did you bear a lot for me, or did you become me from the beginning and owe me a lot?
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