A hundred years may pass by, but I guess things won't change and what I feel will never disappear. Am I a different person? Absolutely. But this means nothing. I still carry all my shoulders can bear.
Walking in circles just to find her again has become my own doom.
How dare all of you tell me you love me if you did not even hold me into your arms?
One day unspoken lies will shatter apart and we won't need a disguise anymore...
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