Under the torii, he may have been longer than you know, with a lonely empty and overflowing mountain. The entrance to the Divine Realm is mottled every summer. You haven't had time to ask his name, but in your heart you understood it faster, and smiled before you stopped crying.
It 's like this season Having been obsessed with all the initial encounters would be an overlapping of seasonal chaos, he walked so brightly and cleanly from the reflection of the hundreds of millions of rivers in the mountains. Someday this feeling will fade away, there will be other people who fascinate me
I gradually understand the meaning of loss and liking Happy moment with youĮven if I do n't think about it, I wo n't forget you I used to be ignorant, I did n't understand how I liked someone
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