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The last reluctance was not spoken

We are still friends, the most distant friends

All the tenderness you gave us is preserved in the record

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Your gray avatar will no longer beat

Even a simple greeting

How sad it is to read page after page of heart-to-heart exchanges

Yes What fell into the sky

I remembered that you once said that you would stay with me until the end

The warm dreams turned into cold shackles

If we could turn back time, we could catch it again Where to live?

I opened oicq and the chat history stopped in the late autumn of last year

The last retention was not spoken

We are still friends, the most distant friends< /p>

All the tenderness you gave me is preserved in the record

Your gray avatar will not jump again

Even a simple greeting

< p>How sad it is to read page after page of heart-to-heart exchanges

What fell into the sky

I remembered that you once said that you would stay with me until the end

Warm colors Dreams become cold shackles

What can we hold on to if we turn back time

When I discovered that waking up was actually another dream

(You are not here This world)

The thick fog that cannot be dispersed at the exit of the dream is too heavy

(You are not in this world)

Even if I begged you at the top of my lungs Stay and don't leave

It's useless

The gray avatar is silent and will not beat again

My despair overflows from my chest and what falls into the sky

Your gray avatar will no longer beat

Warm dreams turn into cold shackles

What can we hold on to if we turn back time