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You are My All Hope

If I lost everything in my life, only the presence of you must be left to me, I'd be satisfied with it.


Because the absolute reason to live and survive this world must be nothing but it.


Your presence for me is just never what I'd never meet again, then even if we'd be further remote mutually, that fact must be no problem, forevermore.


Dec. 9., 27th. 2020