you think there will always be tomorrow.. or the day after that..
you think there will always be a next time.
if only you knew it was your last kiss.
if only you knew it was the last time you would touch.
maybe you would have committed to memory every detail.
maybe you would have remembered every little thing.
..to help you get through lonely nights beyond the last time.
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Memoirs of the woman who was once called Okashi Kyouki..
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