After dawn, we have to say goodbye again
Being in a distant illusion in a dream
Throw yourself into the light behind you
hugged tightly every time
Like being in the warm wind
The clock runs, time goes back, history changes
The only thing that can be traced back is the sword
Those who stop bear expectations
Dive into the distant past
This is because of an idea that came up in an article in the first issue of Crane.
That guy wrote really well QAQ
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