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It

It meets me together I meet it only that taste expression can be taken to the moment.


Seeing mutually to it meant me meeting was either seeing so much together, it was so rare I could hardly meet.
But if that time I’d never had that feeling and that sort of it can make me intoxicated only to it still now, but I have either anything to be palpitated with, though it was so distinct to me.


That so wonderful moment, probably I’d never meet again.


Unforgettable spot to me, I’d never forget everlastingly. And I’d never like to share to anyone.


But at the same time, if some inexperienced meeting to makes me have a feeling to permit me forgetting it, its another meeting would be my lifetime meeting, but I can never imagine the sort of it, so far.


But coz I can think so even now, my last day of my life could be yet a little further from now.


(Mar. 5th. 2020)