I've made another pitfall, because it's a short story so I don't have to worry about it being a pitfall...
A flashy life, forgotten for a season.
There are empty memories, disrupting the lingering.
The smile is gone, and I feel lonely.
I miss my old age. Those years suddenly seemed like a dream.
Just like running water, it will never return.
Don't cry goodbye, don't complain about final sorrow...
Huhu~~Jiang Zi...
Mika Nakajima's "Ichiban Kiri no Private"
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