The orange-haired boy was running through the night.
What you are pursuing are just fragments of memory.
What is scattered in the wind are flying petals.
May the fallen cherry blossoms bury me.
May the person I love forget me.
I love you.
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This time there are big changes. Even the name has been changed. The copywriting has also been changed. The first two chapters have also been revised.
Ah, it feels like the messy state of this article is finally over! !
It feels much more refreshing, um... I'm trying to catch bugs now...
PS: I have been tortured by exams recently... Updating at a slow pace...