I have looked up at you from the foot of the cliff more than once.
The strong wind blew away your bun and blew up your silver hair. They circled and spread out in my field of vision, growing wildly like vines.
The vines entangled me and bound you.
I still remember you once said, two men fall, or two men leave. I also remember that I once said, one person does the work and one person is responsible.
And these are no longer important. I finally have time to put everything down and focus all my attention on you.
I woke up in the first place and never slept again.
I will eventually come back to see you in some form, even if it is different from before, but if we can meet you, why should we be afraid of being different in form and spirit?
I opened my eyes again, looked at you deeply with them, and engraved your face and body in my mind along with the years, and will never forget them again.
I just want to see you again.
White clothes, white clothes.
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