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2 hours
By the end of my wedding
Sitting in the guest seat, a woman wakes up
Loud
“This wedding is invalid”
And the bride and groom
Walk forward
I don’t have a face that I know well
Because I was a junior theater club
Then recall
My mother speaks
“I have to come to come”
I am dark in front of my eyes
My bride, who was next to me, has a line of words
The juniors who lag behind are all over the knees
“This wedding is invalid. Where is the wedding without a song?”
Since then, the juniors of theatrical clubs come out and have a simple performance
I played the powder
In some ways, the performance of the celebration, or the secret of my question is only a secret.
Then, it is so bought
Every year
The cold sweat of the day flows again