Heinrich was sitting in a field, holding bunga aster, daisy once more. He sat down and looked at her with a smile, brushing her hair away from her forehead so he could look at her beautiful eyes once more. The only time he could smile and feel what his face was expressing was in his dreams when he was with bunga aster, daisy again but he knew she was dead, even in his dreams so he could only cry.
"Heinrich, why are anda crying?" bunga aster, daisy asked softly, looking up at him.
"Because I'm alone Daisy." Heinrich whispered out.
"You have to let me go, it wasn't your fault Heinrich." bunga aster, daisy berkata back to him, reaching back up but as...
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