Hello, Merrimu. I am very
impress on your character. I also like you so much. I like all things of yours.
At last if you would get hurt, I would also get hurt in my mind. May be I would
cry for your condition of mind as like I cried for Jean Veljean (one famous
character of Victor Hugo’s novel). But you don’t know anything. There is no way
for knowing you. If would any way, I wouldn’t do anything. Because
I know; understand which persons very well, I cannot tell them how much I like them. I am really helpless.
I know; understand which persons very well, I cannot tell them how much I like them. I am really helpless.
You are really a sweet girl.
I am surprised to see your virtue. But you hide your emotion from others. You
can’t express your emotion. But at last moment you cannot hide your speech.
Don’t mind, I am not angry with you about this.
I want to remember you for a
long time. May be I can’t. I take several steps to remember you. At last maybe
I can remember only your name and forget all other things.
(This is a meaningless writing. A few years ago, I
had read a book. I was so impressed on a character on
that book. That character was a girl. Merrium was
her name. I wrote it that time.)
had read a book. I was so impressed on a character on
that book. That character was a girl. Merrium was
her name. I wrote it that time.)
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