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Even in the blinding sunlight, to me, who was crying with covered eyes, you suggested a game so that I could see the light. We loved that game. On those summer days when the sun was intense, the sweat that flowed as we melted was the perfect tool to make your eyes shine. Every moment fades, but I was busy searching for eternity. Even while searching for eternity, I worried about my heart. Like a noisy infiltration, the things we shared eventually become light. But fearing they might burn away on a hot summer night, I find myself worrying once again.