I really hope that this is all a dream. After waking up from the dream, I will still be me, and he will still be the person I like.
In my memory, there is always a vague picture: the season when purple cherry blossoms are falling, a purple dance skirt flying among the falling flowers, the girl wearing purple cherry blossoms, a smile like a cherry blossom, small round eyes... Who is she? Where does she come from?
If dreams are just dreams and memories are just memories, choosing between the present memory and the two, then I hope to never wake up. If that day comes, please forgive me for my decision.
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