People come and go in the mortal world, whether they are rich or lonely. Over decades or hundreds of years, I finally walked out step by step alone...
Have you ever loved someone else?
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Have you ever hated someone?
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Those were the best memories, why should they be included as passers-by?
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Why, why, those grievances and grievances that were once the pillar of life and the sustenance of the spirit became the barrier between us?
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I think if I had never gotten it, maybe if I lost it, I wouldn't have lost my heart...
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Naihe, naihe, because of your love, it has long been weak...
I have long since stopped thinking about who is right and who is wrong.
If it starts like this, where will the flowers end up?