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First love / Pure What's harder to accept than a deceased white moonlight is a ruined one. I don't want to see you, but I miss you to the point of madness. I don't want to love you anymore, but I love you to the point of obsession. I don't want to remember anymore, but you are engraved in my heart.
What's more painful than seeing a ruined white moonlight is meeting them again.