What kind of beginning it was, no one can say clearly. I want to go back to the beginning, but what kind of beginning is it? I want to describe your appearance in detail, but the more I think about it, the more blurry it becomes. I don't know whether it was because I didn't care at all at first, or because I was always walking and forgot the way I came.
It seems that you understand a little bit, because you have merged into life bit by bit, so you don't know the moment when the first drop falls. It is too delicate and silent, and you have no time to notice the intrusion.
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