Suddenly I wanted to write a story about love and memory.
An undead person searching for the meaning of his existence, a living person with only 24 hours of memory... "You would forget him once every day... But why can't you forget him now?"
"The starry sky is beautiful, but there is only one... That belongs to me."
Every morning, he would ask me who I was.
And every evening, I would kiss him and tell him that I was his star.
I don't know if I will be moved as I imagined... But I finally finished writing this article.
Anyway, I am writing slowly. If you are lucky, you can also read it slowly~
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