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Remember the time when I was yours and all I wanted was 10,000 more ordinary days with you? Even the rain were like kisses on my skin, sometimes just teasing, sometimes passionate. The scent of red roses reminds me of the book I read with my head on your lap, and slowly dozed off. Shouldn't things be clearer as days go by? Oh why, do the questions still remain unanswered, and feelings stronger than ever, since the clock stroke 12 that night? Perhaps, just perhaps, the time when I didn't properly say goodbye to you, was the best farewell for us.