Mention line. My sorrow.

The intersection of people is always so strange. Especially in today's era of the Internet.

Maybe we're still talking and laughing at the moment, and we'll forget about each other before long.

But what does it matter?

At least at this moment,

I am your friend,

I care about you.

On the track of time, we leave traces of each other.

This imprint,

It is not a pity whether it was blown away by the wind or washed away by the rain.

"Life is like a play," proposed. My sorrow. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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