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And Time, oh, Time is running out. . .

Do you remember the day when we first met?

Would you know that I do all these things for you?

Love is an arrow that directs me to you. . .

This is a place where everything’s a blur and you’re the only one I see in color.

Well, this one's a true dream.

So close yet still so far.

See you soon, grandpa. I'll see you again soon.

Come, write a story with me.

Is this what it feels to love you?