Stopping in a safe place, carefully protecting a certain past, a fragment of a memory, beautiful but sad.

I can't keep the time, and the sand loose in my hand slowly leaks through my fingertips. stubborn belief, but at that moment, the heart was higher than the sky, and then I found out that the gods and horses are all floating clouds.

Time flies, and before I have a good nostalgia, I move on to the next clip.

"Lonely Sky City" Chapter 49 Memories Become Injuries I am hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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