
Arriving at this seaside...
You fixed my memory...
I do not know what it means I'm destined to hear your voice ...
among the low roar of sound waves ...
Talk to you even without exercise, on the corner of the hut surrounded by sloping sea water, watching the grouper fish pond...
I thought it would be a real fancy....
Although never and will never ever be real...
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