The person who said he would never leave finally disappeared at the end of the world.
The man in front of the grave was whispering something.
Sing a song of separation, pour out my heart to you, even if you can no longer see me.
Look, our love is gone with the wind like clouds and mist.
But never meeting each other always has the advantage of never meeting each other. At least, you will always be the familiar look in my memory, facing me with a slight smile.
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