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Please anyone explain me this story













I remember growing up in Japan when I was 10. I just stepped out of a book store and a pretty girl of the same age shyly held out her hand to me and asked me if I wanted to hang around with her. This song was playing on the radio where we stopped to have ramen together. She never gave me her name but told me a day to always meet her and hold her hands and walk or picnic. I finally got her name a few months later. It was Mitsuki. We became close friends but my parents took a job in America when we were 13 so I had to leave her. Both of us were in tears and snot. I sent her letters and she replied to them. At 22, she suddenly stopped mailing me. I thought she was gone. 5 monthes later, she was at my door in America with her hand out to me when I opened the door. We're married in our 40's now and we taken walks through multiple cities together across the world and we always stop at someplace that has noodles and play this song on our phone. Thank You Maria. Your love may be plastic but mine is beautiful; thanks to this song. If you see a

Answer 1

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I remember growing up in Japan when I was 10. I had just stepped out of a book store, and a pretty girl the same age shyly held out her hand to me and asked me if I wanted to walk around with her. This song was playing on the radio where we stopped to have ramen together. She never gave me her name, but told me a day to always meet her to hold hands and walk or picnic. I finally got her name a few months later - Mitsuki. We became close friends, but my parents took a job to America when we were 13, so I had to leave her, both of us in tears and snot. I would send her letters, and she would send letters back. At 22, she suddenly stopped mailing me. I thought she was gone. 5 months later, she was at my door in America, with her hand out to me when I opened the door. We're married in our 40's now, and we've taken walks through multiple cities together across the world and we always stop someplace that has noodles and play this song on our phone. Thank you Mariya. Your love may be plastic, but mine is beautiful thanks to this song. If you see a middle-aged couple with or without their kids with them, holding hands and acting like teenagers or even young kids in Tokyo browsing the shops, its us.

Answer 2

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I remember growing up in Japan when I was 10. I had just stepped out of a book store, and a pretty girl the same age shyly held out her hand to me and asked me if I wanted to walk around with her. This song was playing on the radio where we stopped to have ramen together. She never gave me her name, but told me a day to always meet her to hold hands and walk or picnic. I finally got her name a few months later - Mitsuki. We became close friends, but my parents took a job to America when we were 13, so I had to leave her, both of us in tears and snot. I would send her letters, and she would send letters back. At 22, she suddenly stopped mailing me. I thought she was gone. 5 months later, she was at my door in America, with her hand out to me when I opened the door. We're married in our 40's now, and we've taken walks through multiple cities together across the world and we always stop someplace that has noodles and play this song on our phone. Thank you Mariya. Your love may be plastic, but mine is beautiful thanks to this song. If you see a middle-aged couple with or without their kids with them, holding hands and acting like teenagers or even young kids in Tokyo browsing the shops, its us.