They had gone through years of joy and sorrow, and only had a glimpse of each other's lonely lives.
They have tried hard to get closer, trying to make the encounter between the two ends of the world leave more than just an accidental trajectory.
But you still can't escape. You have heard the destined ending in those stories about growth and maturity...
Only in the passing years, memories are left.
About warmth and companionship, maybe... It was also about love.
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If lovesickness is the soul of a dream, where can I find the fragrance of red beans?
Fallen flowers are ground into old soil. The pear blossoms are in full bloom and spring remains the same.
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