No matter how many times Antya looked at herself in the mirror with heavy makeup, there would always be a throbbing feeling in her heart.
This look of me looks so much like the woman I once deeply loved.
The similar faces are amazing, the only difference is that she has started to cry.
She could hardly cry, she always had a stubborn look on her lips, and her slender fingers could play beautiful yet sad piano music.
She likes all kinds of lipsticks, but the colors are only deep and light red.
"What a cruel person..." They had already left, why would they leave those traces in her mind? It would be great if she could lose her memory.
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