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She counted the church bells, crumpled the letter paper filled with heartbeats, and watched his back disappear at the end of the red carpet, thinking that this was just her own war. When we met again on the street corner many years later, the child next to him smiled wildly and said, "I was always waiting for you on the window sill back then." The wind suddenly lifted her wet eyes. It turns out that the silent love was once a war between two people, but time was too short and they didn't wait for the heart-beating wind.