It was obviously an agreement that we would always be together.
Under this strong emotion, there was only a pale smile.
The little girl is holding a rabbit,
He said goodbye to the black-haired man with a smile.
The double tenth moon is dim and dull,
The moon coughed blood.
Then the girl smiled innocently,
I dug out that soft memory with my own hands.
Ten years later, it was another cycle.
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A story about a wayward child.
What kind of cutie is this?