To love someone is to pretend to be a class with him.
Waiting year after year.
A year later, when the man and another woman appeared in front of him, they just silently stared at him in the crowd. He passed by himself but couldn't recognize it.
Thin girl. Oh. Sorry. What a crazy year. Can you meet tomorrow?
Men are so perfunctory. Who is called. Wouldn't it be so simple to pay without care.
But.
Maybe there is only such a girl. Girl who loves for the first time. Going completely desperate. The room is still number 14. Distracted waltz. It's been playing all the time.
What moved me was his father.
I very love you. PAPA.
I love you more.
When it turned out, she silently played her daughter's cello. Follow her. I'm afraid. Why do I feel so sad?
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