——I originally thought that the human heart is made of flesh. If there is a heart, it will be warmed sooner or later.
But I was so wrong. Not everyone appreciates you, and not everyone can remember you.
——Why is the human heart not grown from flesh? It depends on who you want to give it to? Whose should I give it to you?
——I won't give it to anyone, and I won't want it from anyone.
——I give it to you. If you don't want it, throw it away. If you share even a tiny bit of yours with me, I will treasure it for the rest of my life.
--Sorry.
--I love you.
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