Remember the rain we talked about? And walked on the sidewalk, and my hands held.
I know you remember that. Because you're not me.
The one who remember nothing.

It's like a tree. And its leaves are our memory.
And I'm the branch.
We made memories, and one by one it falls down.
Replaced by another young leaf.

You.
Is the reason why I'm smiling.
Even it's bitter smile.
Even it's so sick, when I try to smile.
But when I try to smile without you, I'm feeling like being stabbed.

You.
Is the reason why I can stand this suck world.
Even I always look horrible.
Even sometimes--I'm just a grumpy clumsy girl.
But when you're not here, I'm feeling like being stab twice.

(You don't need to know that I'm broken as fuck inside, deal?)
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