Many years later. Goodbye, he said, okay. He called her name. She smiled and nodded.
The clouds are so light and the wind is so light, like a strange road.
Many years ago. He said, I will stop where you will see it when you turn around. This promise is only for 83 years.
He was 17 years old at the time. At that time, he and she looked young and vigorous.
But, when I turn around, the past is gone. After a lifetime, I can no longer see clearly. Memories gradually become pale along with youth.
Have I ever seen those streams of light? Please, tell me.
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