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We seem to have met her. On the grass with the smell of soil, we walked, she walked alone; on the bench standing at the corner, we stayed, she stayed alone... Either because of the nourishment of rain, or less When people stepped on her, or she opened her senses for a moment, the grass around her straightened her waist, making it impossible to ignore them at night, and when the breeze blew, she kept swaying, dropping the message from the world and time to her.

The empty waiting area is like her empty soul; it just fills up the one-sixth of the vacancy, and it seems that she exists, one step is forced, one step is superfluous, just fill the gap. She sat down where we used to be, and waited for her to slow down. She, who had experienced us, seemed to gradually understand something, the unknown is not unknown... She looked at us without struggling or resisting, letting us and She continued to tear together. On this day, the rain stopped, the sky was clear, and the future she didn't want to admit was clear. She stayed in the rain, tick tock, tick tock...

"The feeling side and the felt side continue to be inseparable"

"Centrifugal force is destiny, I am here"