6 days left... I don't want to count anymore. All I want to do is to keep my
promise and grant you your wish.
4 days left... Back then, we used to run in the rain and laugh our feelings out.
But, I can't stop you now. You have to fly. You must.
We can no longer talk or look at each others eyes.
Maybe if you play that same melody, our hearts will still
have the chance to communicate.
~ I'll count, but I'll still keep my promise ~
~ I decided to walk even though I already have my wings ~
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