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Together, the two of us have gone through the beauty of spring, the warmth of summer, and the desolation of autumn, but why can't we get out of the coldness of winter? Even though I met the most beautiful you in the most beautiful years, I still couldn't avoid a sad ending. Whose fault is this? The fault is not mine, nor yours, nor theirs. So, is it the fault of life or fate? Maybe, nothing is wrong, life is life...