I love the wind and snow in the world, because I will grow old in the snow with you. I love food because I cherish every dish you teach me. I love the world because you have been in this world. I love myself because even I am your relic.
I thought my heart had stopped hurting a long time ago, but why, these eyes can't help but look for your shadow in the crowd. He has broad shoulders like you, his hairstyle is a bit like yours, and his hands... Maybe it has been too long, and you seem to have become a clothes hanger in my world. I can't help but put every piece of clothing on your model until it is torn to pieces, until I burst into tears holding the memories.
Intention: Hate the bright moon hanging high