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Does the number eight really equals to fortune and good luck? Seo Ara highly doubts that.
Love was a hole he said he didn't want to fall in, but he kept falling.
"I’m walking barefoot through the memories. With the fallen leaves, I’m letting go of the people I haven’t been able to forget"