When the snow falls all over the old alleys, I always think of Ayu's last words, "Don't wait." We once promised to be together in the fireworks, but the wind of the world and the belated honesty have torn apart only half of the unfinished letter. He went to the mountains and seas for an unsolvable date, and I spent the rest of my life guarding the empty alleys. It turns out that the most painful thing is not the separation, but the fact that we clearly love each other, but even saying goodbye properly has become a luxury. Every snowfall since then is our unfinished obsession.
Intention: Write it down