"In spring, we walked... the never-ending path with birches on both sides.
In summer, we counted... the infinite stars.
In autumn, we kissed and watched the sunset... in the golden fields.
In winter, we chased each other... while the fluffy snowflakes... kept falling on the ground.
When it comes to precious memories, the more you go back to them, the more important they get.
... I hope I can see you soon."
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