Walked by, passed by, missed...
Meet, get to know each other, separate...
A story has a beginning and an end
When we get together, there will be separation
Where there is comedy, there will be tragedy
She passed through this world
Met countless him and her
I saw countless stories
It's just that none of the endings belong to her...
(A story about animation. The full text is an ambiguous one. There is basically no CP. I just want to use this article to remember the animation that accompanied me when I grew up. There may be some that you are not familiar with...
This work is purely for self-entertainment and may be updated indefinitely. It may be abandoned. Those who want to jump into the trap should wait until they gain some weight before starting...)