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If we stay close, it's truly warm. If we hadn't separated, it should have been fine. But—that fire will no longer stop.
Swaying, colliding, and the shape begins to crumble. I don't want it to end here. Even if I'm swept away, I will find it properly.
Warmth alone is not enough to convey. If you stay silent, nothing will change. So—I won't run away.