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Love was a hole he said he didn't want to fall in, but he kept falling.
Does the number eight really equals to fortune and good luck? Seo Ara highly doubts that.
"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"