People keep coming into your life
It's like love. Some people say that love is like a bus. The one you wait for will never come, and the one you don't wait for will always come one after another.
Looking at this sea of tulips, I imagine that one day I can sleep here without any more struggle or pain.
After everything disappeared, the gears of time were still turning regularly, but all that was left was the yellowed letter.
There is a tear surging in the corner of my eye, it is warm and painful
Every trauma buries the past
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