
There has been a lengthy period of time, I content myself with the single status.

However, in that night, when I saw groups of boys and girls, playing around fire, playing fireworks, taking photos, laughing, making noise, idling around

Somewhat aching void emerged.
Loneliness, is a single's binge.
Binge, is a group' loneliness.

Baby, you'll never know how excruciating I loved you, miss you, and will never forget you. But wherever you go, you will always have a home, in the arms of mine, to see you through the tears and pain, to keep you from the cold, hold you when you cry. For you I will.
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