I never thought I would keep repeating so many details as if they were treasures
I never thought that I, who was once so free and easy, would be as keen on collecting the past as Grandet collected money.
What I have, not a drop is left;
I can give without reservation;
What I can get is just memories...
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I'm trying to make a footnote for the people in the past six months
Maybe it's sad to insist on holding on to the people you used to be.
The thought itself is a kind of sadness
If I write it down, I'm afraid I'll forget it.
Forget the smallest details of crying and laughing, for those lives that may never appear again in life
And those sincere eyes...