"Introduction". I never liked the humidity after winter rain, and there was always a touch of sadness in the air. But because of him, I fell in love with the rain and the ticking sound, like a short and beautiful rest. Is this fate or fate? I don't know what will happen in the future. At that time, I was also crazy and followed it desperately, but it seemed to be a very distant existence. The obsession that goes deep into my bones has turned me into a drowning weakling. I have been suppressed to the point of being unable to breathe again and again. Maybe letting go is the best choice. This can be regarded as my own stubbornness...
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