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I stood on the top floor with our memories, and the people downstairs were looking at me, but this time I was not afraid of the crowd. I know that no matter how many tears I shed, I can't get you a hug, then I will let the breeze hug me. I know that no matter how much I say to hold you back, I can't get you a "good" word. Then I will let the moonlight remember me, remember the time when we fell in love, so that I will no longer regret it. In the future, when the breeze blows, you will hear my cry, and when the moonlight shines, you will think of me in the early autumn of that year.