This article is not about sadomasochism and does not contain exquisite rhetoric. It is an article written out of boredom while reminiscing about the past, and it must have a real plot. About once thinking of a song
What I miss is talking about everything
What I miss is dreaming together
What I miss is after the quarrel
I still have the urge to love you
I remember that birthday
I remember that song too
Remember that starry sky
The tightest right hand
The warmest chest
who remembers
who forgot
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This is the song that the person in this article once loved singing the most, and I would like to dedicate this song to you who have had the same experience. Maybe this is also your story with her.