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A fleeting memory... blissful romance. The silly dream at college art school, meeting to talk for hours about anything and nothing, pondering whether to tell our parents... the levity and beauty of life before the storm of misfortune tore us apart forever... Others may wear her face. but they are not her. Seeing her everywhere and nowhere. The overloading of loneliness and a single moment of happiness. ootoriazumi
-10 years ago