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The one who holds the umbrella for you is me, the one who lends you a shoulder is me, the one who accompanies you to cry at night is me, but the one you love is not me. The youth, perhaps destined to grow in pain. After crying, I realized that I am not a city or a country, and I can only love you with all my heart. We'll Grow Up Alone + We'll Grow Up Alone Collection