The Stormy Years

I like rainy and snowy days, and I like growing alone in a dark and humid corner. I am an extremely incompetent person. I didn't do anything well. I missed my beloved and couldn't keep the person who left. In the end, I gradually became a stranger in this familiar city. I think youth is filled with gaps filled with regrets. When I look back, tears are streaming down my face, and only memories are left to accumulate slowly. The girl I once liked very much has already lost contact and is drifting away. I thought she was my own moonlight. After she left, I realized that the moonlight that illuminated me also illuminated others, but it ignored the person who cared about me. On a rainy night, I suddenly remembered those details that I had ignored, her caution. It turned out that every tear she shed was related to me. Time cannot be redeemed. I am taking care of myself step by step, but I can only recall slowly in the midst of loss.