Not a transmigration story, not a transmigration story, not a transmigration story...
The title comes from a song:
"I regret that I was too young then to embrace you and cherish you with my own hands."
A feeling born ten years ago has finally grown into a towering tree,
and at last I’ve found the courage to tell you, word by word, all the things I was once afraid to say...
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