
Summary
I seem to have lost a memory so important that I can't help but cry when I think about what I've forgotten.But to forget is to forget, and this is not the fault itself.If you miss it, you miss it, no matter how much you want to save it, you can't get it back.I'm used to going with the flow and going with the flow, and I've learned to change myself to adapt to the environment.I have a flower that forms a tangle with my soul.But I can only leave it alone (?) lonely. #Notes# 1. Claire is a passer-by character, don't care about the details. (It’s good to read this kind of thing silently three times.) 2. This article is a short story written for friends, so don’t care about the style. 3. I am wrong, but I don't want to admit QAQ
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