Actually, I didn't want to see that much. I just wanted to get back the pipe that fell in yesterday's memory, but I didn't resist the urge to open the door to the memory. I followed the trend and dived into a more distant era.
The memories of each stage are a house, and here is my past. I can see my laughter and cursing inside, and I can see you next to me. It's just that you all left me, and now I'm the only one left.
I even saw the love and parting of my children, and the beautiful love that belonged to me when I was young. I thought these pictures that I would never think of again in my widowed years are still so beautiful and warm.
I have gradually forgotten my homeland and my original dream. Of course I stood in the deepest part of Mizusawa, and I saw the most precious part of my memory. But over time, this part has gotten so deep, so strange and tiny. Where have all the happiness and small wishes that I only longed for now go? Time is so ruthless, let me walk and forget the past, the original intention of forgetting, and the purest you and me.
There are too many fame, fortune, and desires in life, which blinded my eyes. I have walked all my life, but put the most beautiful and best feelings and memories in the deepest part of my life. Is this fate, or am I afraid she will be hurt?
I can't figure it out either. I just want to accompany me to drink a glass of wine as if you were sitting beside me back then. I would rather let me be drunk in this tower of memories.
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