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Epilogue: There is a kind of healing called the distance

     Places we can't reach are called distant lands, worlds we can't return to are called the past, and what I've always longed for is a place even further away. Many things are beyond our control, but even in the face of loneliness and solitude, we must continue, without stopping or turning back.

    No matter how difficult the road ahead, Momo never considered giving up. She wasn't afraid of failure, but her only fear was being misunderstood. Now, however, she didn't care about anything else; she just wanted to leave. She didn't know why, but she deeply hated the place she lived under. She didn't want to stay there a single day longer; every day was torture. So she would persevere, her goal being the college entrance exam a year from now. Regardless of the outcome, she was going to leave…

    Momo, in her second year of high school, always felt time was passing so slowly. She dreamed of quickly reaching her final year, then the college entrance exam, then graduation, then farewell… But she felt afraid, both anticipating and fearing the future. Whenever she felt lost about the future, she would think of leaving this place soon, and that would calm her down…

    "Time slips away quietly, little by little, and we can never go back to our childhood," this was Momo's favorite song, "Youth on the Desk." Yes, how many people gave their youth to school, leaving their growth on their desks? Time cannot be reversed, and our life's path cannot be turned back. Momo thought: Let my heart journey towards the distance; there will always be beautiful things waiting for me…

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