She was alone, sitting at the edge of her bed again.  But she didn't feel like she was in her bedroom at all.  She was always in a place where no one knows she always gets lost in.  Every time she sings, she was sitting at the edge of a cliff, the sea right beneath her dangling feet.  She's the only one who can feel the ocean's breeze, and no one understands her habit.  Every time she sings, she catches his heart again.  She doesn't know that, however, because he likes it kept as a secret.  Even if keeping it secret means a lifetime of treasured feelings, he wants to keep hearing her sing.  And she's willing to do that.

She's willing to do that for singing.

But when time decides to come and separates them... will he still be willing to hear her sing?

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