It was as if an angel had fallen into hell, as if stars had been scattered into the sea. He is light, radiating warm tenderness. He is light, filled with tolerance like water. He is the light that touches the sweetness of beauty. He is light, fleeting, human fireworks, a void. The magnanimity of the ocean makes people yearn for it, while Ozawa is indifferent and sticks to the beauty. "Do you miss me?" "I miss you, but it's gone."
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