I want to see you clinging to you with your eyes. Your happiness and sadness have become my concerns. I am just so simple. I don't want you to go far, but your figure wants to open my eyes without hesitation. I hold my hands tightly and don't want to let go, but you push me away. Did I do something wrong? It was still the mistake I saw in that instant.
I shouted to the sky that it was your fault, it was your fault, why! The pain it caused made me so miserable, whose fault was it, yours, mine, or the fault of the moment? My shouts were only swallowed up in the noise, and I watched you leave in the crowd.
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