We chased the same ball, looked up at the same sky, remained silent in the same lake, and brushed ourselves in the same forest. There were so many coincidental beginnings, but we still couldn’t count the ending engulfed by sadness.
Can you give me one more chance to turn around and I won't let go wherever I go? Can you give me one more chance to turn around and land in front of you successfully? I don't want to freeze in your dilated pupils, I want you to listen to my heartbeat all the time...
How to continue an incomplete round day?
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