The Notes Played Under the Gray Starry Sky

Looking at the streets that I have walked through countless times, Accompanied by the slow cold wind and a little sadness, The past and the present are spliced together, The once colorful starry sky no longer shines, Suddenly I remembered the figure of someone, Subconsciously, he stretched out his arms to retain her. The past emerges, Bits and pieces keep pouring out of my mind, Like dead leaves drifting in the wind, Gradually covering up everything about you, I have been following your footsteps, It wasn't until later that I slowly realized, We have already drifted apart like parallel lines, Under that gray starry sky, I played my notes that belong to you. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.