I choose the path myself and walk it myself.
The light in his life was extinguished after all, and the midsummer that belonged to them finally came to an end.
Some fates are destined, no matter how hard you try, you can't help it. Even if a small tree has sprouted buds, it may not be able to bloom.
He regretted it, but it was too late,
The cold is coming quietly, and midsummer has come to an end.
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