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I hope the moon that promised us love wasn't fickle

I hope this isn't just a fleeting encounter on the street.

I hope we can write the story of destiny together.

I wished for it so much

however

The moon was the one we promised our love to

Our relationship passed by

The story of fate was not our story.

I will endure and persevere through trials like a weed blooming on the roadside.

We will never be beautiful and weak flowers

I swore

We were not weeds, but flowers withering in a flowerpot.

What's the point of being beautiful if it's not true...

Walking on this seesaw without you

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