Those people thought they would always exist in their lives.
I've heard too many promises and too many to be continued.
You are still yourself. Oneself moving forward alone.
Hey, so what if it continues?
It's better not to let go of the dog's tail.
Now, let you exist in my memory.
You who laugh, you who cry, you who are angry...
Hmm. I will work hard to get rid of all depression and try to live a happier life. Say goodbye to some people and greet some people.
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