Years of Wind and Snow

I like rainy days and snowy days. I like growing alone in a dark, damp corner.

I'm utterly useless. I've never done anything right. I let the woman I loved slip away, and I couldn't keep those who wanted to leave. In the end, even this familiar city has gradually become strange to me. I think youth is an empty space filled with regrets. When I look back, tears are already streaming down my face, and all that remains are memories slowly piling up.

The girl I once loved so much has long since lost touch with me, and we drifted further and further apart. I thought she was the moonlight meant just for me. Only after she left did I understand: the moonlight that lit my way had also lit someone else's, while I'd overlooked the person who cared about me. One rainy night, I suddenly remembered all the little things I'd ignored, how carefully she had tread. It turned out every tear she shed had something to do with me.

Time cannot be bought back. I planned every step carefully, yet all I can do is slowly remember what I've lost.