Those forgetfulness, those feats, those forgetting feelings that ignore other things, those feats that are beyond death are actually helpless choices, and there is no other choice. Like Amarsh, propped up by the only air left in his lungs, he said deeply that he didn't care about anything else. They have no qualifications, no capital, no heart to care, and they are not allowed to care, otherwise, they would not have to love. For them, love is more important than survival. Let them care and not love, but let them die. So I don't care anymore, so I love bravely and heroically, even if the result is death.
Yes, the result is death. And so he died on the tip of his hoof, she died in the piercing wind of the Swimmer's Cave, and he died in the torment of the thin skin and the exhaustion of the lungs. So, he also died in the embrace of the ultimate holy creature like a horse, she also died in the childhood garden in memory and the constant waiting for her lover, and he also died in the firmness and no regrets of keeping the promise for love .
They died and went to a feast of love with their lives.
Love, love even when you die.
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