The blank space in his memory stung, all over his body. It seems... I have forgotten a lot... It seems... I have lost a lot...
How important was what I lost? Why does my heart hurt every time I think about it, so painful that tears come out uncontrollably? You obviously don't remember, right? You obviously can't remember anything, right? Why is this still happening...?
No memory does not mean no heart... The body is always the most loyal servant. It will record everything you pass for you, no matter how chaotic your thinking is... The figure that is deeply imprinted on your life can never be erased.
No memory... Doesn't mean there won't be heartache.
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Which will come first, tomorrow or the future?
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Sorry... I can't see our tomorrow
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Even in different time and space, we are still blowing the same wind. It's just that the mood is completely different from the first time…………
I am from the wind... Born in the bright sky
It will also be like the wind... And disappear in the turbid earth.