Love is on the left bank, but the heart turns to the right.

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Sometimes, liveliness is a necessity, and so is happiness.

Life, reality, reason, time.

The possibility of love is gradually being stripped away.

 

One by one, she would often sigh:

Loneliness is a person’s carnival

Revelry is a group of people being alone…

Perhaps every person with a cold expression

Everyone harbors a profound and unfathomable loneliness within.

Some people vent their frustrations, while others suppress them.

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The streets were filled with people, each with a peaceful and serene expression.

Who knows how many turmoil has already taken place inside?

In this world where words cannot be spoken,

I simply stopped talking about it.

In circumstances that cannot be changed,

So I simply stopped hoping for it.

She thought, the emotions of the world,

It has never been perfect, nor has it ever been simple.

People are only searching for each other.

Each soul is alone…

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Until one day I finally understood.

There are circumstances that lead to meeting again.

Even casual acquaintances have their own etiquette.

Some people have a thinner bond than a strong connection.

Staying together is much harder than loving.

It would be better to release each other.

Say goodbye

From then on, the hardships and frost were treasured.

The surging emotions were calmed down.

Who says that day and night is the end?

An era of farewells, reasons for separation.

There is no need to express it.

Don’t ask why you let go or why you compromised.

Fate is like a net, with inescapable threads everywhere.

What’s the point of breaking free?

If we really want to overturn the whole world

To fulfill a love affair

Whether you get it or not, there is no difference whatsoever.

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What is regret?

It may have always been hidden in my heart.

Clenched tightly in my hand

Instead, it slipped away between my fingers in tiny, fragmented pieces.

It turns out that there is a kind of love in this world.

It’s called “love that cannot be obtained”…

Though separated by vast distances, we are close at hand, on the shore and in the water.

You are on the other shore, and I am on this shore.

Love is on the left bank, but my heart turns to the right.

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