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1 1 101 Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgCg/Cg2901_10.jpg
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2 2 501 AniZhuanchangEnd Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxTongyong/FxUiYinghuochong.prefab 2
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4 4 301 DialogEnable Noan ...Yeah... Goodbye...
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5 5 301 Noan But this time, "goodbye" isn't just a farewell. It is proof that all of you were once by my side.
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6 6 301 Noan Even now, I cannot let go of my past regrets and make peace with my powerlessness.
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7 7 301 Noan I'm no saint, after all. I can't just let it all go and move on.
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8 8 301 Noan These scars are part of me, aren't they? I'll carry them with me on the journey ahead.
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9 9 301 Noan Even though there are still many things I can't change—
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10 10 301 Noan —New regrets that make me struggle, cry, and even hate myself—
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11 11 301 Noan I know that I feel hurt because I still care... So I suppose I don't have to let everything go, do I?
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12 12 301 His firefly flies around him, responding with its flickering light.
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13 13 301 Noan Thank you. Goodbye—no. You never left.
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14 14 301 All his memories are fireflies, their light guiding his way through the dark.
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15 15 301 He hums the song from his childhood, waving goodbye to the lights and turning to face the real world—a world of both grief and joy.
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16 16 301 He can hear the sound of the ocean breeze from the lighthouse at the end of the light.
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17 17 301 1 AniZhuanchangBegin —Real freedom is right before his eyes.
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