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And then I asked myself—what were those old days?
As the memories flowed through me, water began to fall from my eyes. I was crying, standing there under the moonlight. Yet those tears were not from pain, not from being upset.
I don't even know what those tears were.
Maybe they were for the childhood I can never return to.
Maybe for the golden days that slipped away too fast.
Or maybe… they were simply my heart remembering how beautiful life once was.