His beautiful and pale profile was eroded by pain.
"Ranran, I am just a cripple after all..."
He was so broken that he couldn't bear her love.
The heavy blue in the sky is crying or sad...
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He stood quietly under the cherry blossom tree. The wind blew the petals off and jumped onto his shoulders, kissing the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
He carries too much. But can't let go.
We can only let those scars crack open day by day, becoming bloody and bloody.
"Hey, Ranran, who do I mean to you in your heart?"...
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When we were young, we were all running away. Escape from pain, escape from memories.
Because we did not have extremely hard armor at that time, nor did we have all-powerful weapons.
So we can only wrap our trembling bodies tightly with cold body temperature when in pain.
Hide in the corner.