Boundary? Boundary? Or line?
Is it the human heart that is limited? Or is it the star, where hope lies?
The palms of human hands once firmly held a boundary or a line.
A limit...
He caressed her delicate face and whispered:
I'm... Back...
My mother has waited all her life,
I've been looking for it all my life...
She could finally answer that question---
It'll be nice to be back...
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Well... Can you give me a reaction?