The person who loves me is on the other side, so close yet so far away. My lover stands beside me. They were toasting to celebrate the victory of the war, and the four years of love-hate entanglement disappeared when "he" died. And the one who really died was me, or the person who loved me all my life?
The person on the other side, I'm just afraid that you love the wrong person.
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People on the other side, I just hope to meet you again in the next life.
Conception:……