After he left, only half of the world remained.
We used to watch all the fireworks in the world side by side, but now I am the only one left, guarding the room full of memories and living my life. The separation between yin and yang is the most incomprehensible separation. No matter how affectionate the obsession is, it cannot penetrate the boundary between life and death.
I called out his name everywhere we went, but never got a single response. It turns out that the most painful thing is not the entanglement of love and hate, but that from now on, no one will share with me the countless scenes in the world. I am left alone in the world, thinking about someone who will never come back, guarding a hopeless lovesickness separated by yin and yang.
Intention: Even if life and death separate us, and we look at each other as yin and yang, true love will never dissipate. It will turn into obsessions and thoughts over the long years, proving that someone once loved and existed passionately, and also makes people understand that although parting is painful, memories will last forever.