“You're late again... Don't you have a clock at home?” a faint voice said.
“Hey, remember this song, I like this song the most,” a voice rang out in his memory.
“The melody is mixed with the sound of a music box, you know. I like it... If I get angry with you, this song will soothe my anger.” The voice was clear.
“It feels like I breathe you...even when you aren’t here.” The familiar melody and lyrics drifted in.
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“I'll try to discover the answer...and hopefully my dream will come true one day,
I’ll give you love that no one else can...if you’re here with me,
There's only the two of us, always beside each other... My heart daydreams of you carelessly,
Still haunted by my dreams, it feels like I breathe you...even when you aren’t here.”
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