The beginning of the story is to deliver a letter,
The end is to burn a reply letter.
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"I used to hate you, and I still hate you now, but I don't hate you anymore. I can only say,
Hate has been worn away by the seasons; I once thought about killing you, but now
I still love you, and I still don't want you to be hurt. Finally, when I'm about to
When I can't hold on anymore, can you tell me an answer? "
One day, the truth will be like a thread, riding on the wind to dwell in our stupid brains
Then there will be no more sorrow in this world, and there will be no more miserable people...
... And there will be no more lunatics.
From the moment I receive the sword, I will always know this way until the end of my life
The cold and powerful uke x the soft and delicate attack
There are many branch lines and it needs to be rebuilt. It feels like it's not the same as before.
It's pending for now, I'll write more in the future
Intention: humans and ghosts, Tao and emotion, me and her