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But you never know how much i like Because I'm waiting for you, I feel warm But you never know How hard it becomes every night thinking about you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At six years old, she was riding on the little boy who always called him crazy girl, like a high and mighty queen. At the age of eighteen, she looked at the smiling boy in front of her who she called a crybaby and couldn't bear to let go. At the age of twenty-two, she watched a blood-red sunset alone, which she had seen since she was six years old, and the past faded away with her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Stepping stone: Protagonist of any novel]