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This is a story about missing, silence and time. There is no vigorous revenge, no heart-wrenching confession, and no ending of reunion. There are only two people, living quietly, aging quietly, and dying quietly in their respective lives. Thousands of miles, thirty years, a letter, a jar of wine, and a bridge separated them. They are not together, nor have they forgotten each other. This is the other side of "forgetting each other in the world" - we can't forget each other, and we can't recognize each other. We can only live in peace at the end of the world. I hope everyone who has a bridge in their heart can sit on the bridge for a while, drink a bowl of tea, and then continue on their way.

If Sasuke were a girl, would the story be different?