At night, you often find your way into my dreams… I remember one time when, like curious, wide-eyed, and laughing children walking across the rooftops, we had fun spying on the world below.
Is it because, besides being my mother, you were such a close friend? I couldn't say…
But the fact remains that when I wake up, I feel neither abandonment nor melancholy… I simply smile to express my joy and gratitude, realizing that death is no match for love…
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