Does this strange woman who can be so quiet and so crazy really have no story?
But why bother involving those stories that you don't want to mention. It hurts like that. So desperate. So helpless.
Because I understand it so well, even if I pretend it has never happened, or treat others as you. You once existed, but you are no longer there.
Even in my world, there is still only you. You will never come back.
The ending was doomed from the beginning. There is no room for refutation and no sadness.
After meeting you, every minute and every second in my life has turned into the most helpless sigh.
There is always so much helplessness and no solution in the world.
(The extra of "Dream" has been published in "Dream")
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