Remember that song about mice loving rice? That's the emotion that comes from that song.
"Mouse loves rice, why don't rice love mice?"
"Haha, that's all you can think of."
"Ask you! Why doesn't rice love mice?"
"What's the problem?"
"Say it"
"Of course Rice loves mice."
"You lied"
"Rice loves mice"
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So just like that, a confession that was not a confession, I started to read a series of touching love stories.
What joy is there in life, and what sorrow is there in death.
Being able to be like mice and rice is the most important thing.