Don't come and ask me if this is a true story. I'm afraid I'll be silent. Those tears and sadness are all real. How many years have passed and I thought I had forgotten but nothing has been forgotten. After we were separated, I will smile to myself every time I think of you. These two cities are too small. Small enough for us to meet, fall in love and then be apart. These two cities are too big. I can't hear the wind of missing you. If I keep you, the final ending won't be like this.
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