Rainstorm is gone.
There is no more sunshine and rainbow.
There are only ruins,
like frame of my mind.
Each drama has a conclusion.
I'm very envious of its.
Because, our story does not end.
Perhaps, we never started.
I hope that twenty one of candles is our starting.
Even if it's our ending,
I will so glad.
Thank you.
I miss your voice.
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