Hopeless Love
To him, you must have been a precious flower.
But the two souls have forgotten each other.
They didn't leave the slightest trace of memory behind.
But she found me.
For the first and last time, I handed her a flower.
Even if she doesn't remember me, I hope the flower will make her smile someday.
I hope this picture brings tears to her eyes one day.
This is my very last gift to her.
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