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•I Gave My Life for You. What Did You Give for Me?
I met the most precious “You.”
I’ve listened and inscribed your numerous stories and tales on my memory because I want to know “You.”
The tough years and sighs in your voice become the torments of that memory and burn deep into my soul. The heart of my heart hurts deeply.
One small, unquenchable flame echoes like sound familiarly.
The shiny sound that has been going through countless years is more beautiful than any sound. I have to love “You.”
You and I will meet again today anew and come to grow.
Thus, the infinite love story will be spreading out and blooming everywhere.ㅁ
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