At the end of summer when the heat was still lingering, he ran into his arms.
In that early winter when there was a chill, his words made him confused.
Later, another autumn wind blew, and the dusk swallowed up the light. He did something with his own hands that he regretted but did not regret.
Then go hug him.
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I think I am 25 years old when I go to attack, and I think I am 22 when I feel like it, um... I just tried a be article at the beginning, and I wasn't very sure about it, anyway... Uh, let's just make do with it, haha
Motto: Even if you despair until the end, hope is still useful