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When we first met, I was a hairpin (15 years old) and he was a crown (20 years old). He had a handsome appearance and a handsome posture. I pestered him and made friends with him. As time went by, the cold young man would smile at me. My daughter's family is short-minded, and the thoughts she misses after the separation are all for friends. Goodbye is even more like old friends meeting each other without knowing each other, not recognizing each other, not knowing each other... But I still thought that maybe he had also recalled me in his midnight dream.
Intention: When we meet in the wrong body, I recognize your scent