Prologue

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She was walking down the aisle.

The prettiest girl of my life.

As she walks slowly approaching me,

My heart was pounding and full of gee.


"Man, how am I so lucky?"

I thought as the slow music starts to die,

When my girl stares at me so lovely,

With eyes full of hopes, not lies


She is now standing right in front of me,

When suddenly tears fell from her eyes

"Happy tears" I thought, 

And hugged her really tight


I broke the hug and held her hand,

So tightly that I don't want to let go,

This precious hands of hers

From these longing hands of mine.


We started walking right in front of the altar,

Hoping that she'll never let go of my hand,

But she let go and continued to walk forward

To the man who waits for her for the rest of their lives.


That one cup of Americano, perfect for Liuai's life.

- - -ಇ.

haeri 𓏲๋࣭࣪˖𓍯

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