To love a person, is it really such a happy thing? I don't think so.
Maybe we just like that kind of feeling.
I live in a quiet and peaceful town. There is no war here, everything is so beautiful, just like a paradise.
We met each other and became friends in such a world.
Our feelings are crisscrossing.
Why are we living? Why were we born here?
To get everything by any means, is it really the way to win?
I am confused in the successive emotional whirlpool...
The story like a cross is unfolded like this--
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