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Staggering. I’m already 51.
When it comes to my wish in this world
it’s to see those women once again.
Those women that I slipped by, without
means of conversing with them.
No matter how completely they’ve changed,
well, it’s the same here, with me, isn’t it.
I’d love to follow them to the very end
just to hear one utterance:
“Wow, you’re the one I knew then?”