Prologue

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Our hands touched
As if the sun meets the rain

Our shoulders touched
As if the lyrics meet the pitch

Our eyes met
As if the padlock is made without the key

There was him, standing in the crowd with his eyes staring at Lou. The lights were so bright until eyes could not catch his stare. It was him, a man in white collar.

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