Who is who?
Whose happiness is given to whom?
Maybe no one belongs to anyone
Love hurts both at the beginning and at the end.
Too many people have walked with me or passed by them. Many times, I think I have forgotten them. But there are some moments that are so beautiful that it makes you forget something, but at that moment, things that you thought you had forgotten are clearly displayed in front of your eyes. It turns out that that person has never left.
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In that city called loneliness, there are unforgettable past events, unforgettable love, and a touch of emotion that you cannot forget.