Someone has said that when one's sorrow is too great, tears fall rather than flow out, and I did that because of you. But now, every song sounds like farewell to me. I know that I have lost you forever.
It turns out that at the end of the day, I ask you again. This is probably the only and last chance I have to speak to you. Will you give me this chance?
When you dropped out of school and took the bus to the south, did you ever think about it? Every flower of memory has its own beauty, and sad stories can be equally meaningful.
Later, you said that you wanted to leave that place, sit in one stop, wander from city to city, and guard the last old age alone. But, wouldn't that be too bitter...
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