Sometimes, the "rain" comes quickly, and in the timeline of youth, we don't have much time. You and I can't change anything without the ability. Leaving does not mean escaping, because each of us has responsibilities that we cannot shirk or escape from. A memory about youth and you will be remembered by me often along with the torrential rain in this city. Suddenly I understood that it was your muffled thank you in the quilt. I also want to thank you - you who gave me a torrential rain and a memory.
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