Looking back calmly, everything in the past was once so impulsive.
Those young years passed like water, and it was impossible to restore them.
Love, the words that were almost blurted out, were swallowed all the time, leaving only sadness on the ground.
Picking up those green years alone, I felt as if I had lost them.
Looking back again, it suddenly dawned on me that I had already learned it.
Giving up is the best choice.
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