When the story began, I never expected the ending. When the memories were diluted by time, I finally had the courage to face our past. ——Draw the strength to face the future from the colorful beauty of the past. Lost are our stars. But I remember, I remember that once we had had each other. Even if the stars are lost in the night sky, we once had each other. A memoir-like novel. A bowl of bitter-sweet lily soup. Lost Stars.
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