This yellowed old photo album contains full memories of you and me. The dates marked in those old memories are now out of reach. Time always goes on endlessly, never thinking that one day it will expire. The universe seems within reach, but your eyes are still crystal clear.
Even if you step onto the ladder of growth, I will still protect you as before...
Even if you go down the glass stairs, I will still protect you, as before...
I'm watching over you, as always...
PS: This article is written about pseudo-siblings, pseudo-siblings...
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