People who come and go in and out of life are like bicycles that are stolen by someone who doesn't know. After being painted over, it reappears here and elsewhere.
On the day I lost my grandmother, I fell in love with the boy at first sight, the undead was reborn, and the duck should follow.
Mom said that the responsibility for this is not yours, as if to say "the responsibility is actually yours".
Look for grandma in the first husband, then look for the first husband in the second husband.
"I'm not your grandma," said the first husband.
But if you think of a cat as a rabbit, will the cat become more and more like a rabbit?
His back overlapped with his grandmother's, and disappeared suddenly.
I watched my grandmother, my husband, and then I didn't know who was watching me.
Due to the death of her first husband, she traveled long distances and met a "grandmother" who would go out to sea to hunt crabs for her, and met an old man (in-law) who listened to the radio.
I think that loss has the meaning of reunion.
The grandmother Dakan reassured her that when "father" died, the child was only three months old, and it was fine that he didn't remember anything. It must be because he is someone who has experienced loss.
In this situation, the son is chasing a green bicycle.
Life seems to have its own laws.
I grew up beside the train track, but I didn't expect to be wandering after that.
He politely asked himself if he would not be used to coming to this noisy place. But I don't know that I just moved from one noisy place to another noisy place.
If both of them had not lost their love, they would not have built such a family.
The world operates the world itself.
(The lower left corner appreciates me, I give the world a show)
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