I gently closed the door to the room where I was waiting for you, and knocked on the sleeping lamp beside the bed. Why did you leave so completely, making me very lonely from now on? ． ． ． ． ．
I still don't know whether our encounter was too beautiful or too cruel?
Where will you be born in your next life?
Have no idea. ． ．
And you?
Me, I want to be a flower on the edge of the cliff, no one can touch it. ．
What should I do?
Fool! !
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