Skylark doesn't need a reason, so neither does he.
All he had to do was stand there, like a Ferris wheel imprisoned in the middle of the amusement park, waiting for the only person who could turn it on to occasionally remember his existence.
Even though I knew it would end, I indulged in this short, false, sweet and sad dream until the music stopped and the lights went out.
Then, within a fixed distance that cannot get closer, we look forward to the next meeting.
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