Several years later, my childhood memories could no longer correspond to what I saw before me. Was it hatred, joy, life, or death?
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A tomorrow that cannot be met, a promise that cannot be fulfilled.
If one day I really have no choice but to stand on your opposite side, please forgive me for having to dig my hands deeply into your heart.
Can you always have a corner of me in your heart?
Ha... Do you think this will be another novel with old plots and old endings?
I just want to tell you that love... Sometimes, is not that important.