It maybe the season of regaining pain. After knowing any news, I become
sad. Some things are being missed in the air, some more pain are on the way to
come. Every dream has broken, every moment has made me crying, there is nothing
remaining on this way. But every passed moment always ask me about the story
which was created by me and finished by you. I wish I could change the moment.
But I can’t change it without proper end. And I know it always remains with me
until I live.
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