The fleeting time, like water, takes away the bond between us and then rushes to the distance where the other side cannot be seen. When the long and lingering ribbon of time wraps up a handful of sharp tools, and then gently places them on each other's hearts, the beating of the heart means sharp pain and dark red scars——
We cannot afford to lose what we gain, and we are not entitled to enjoy what we gain.
The scenery we had seen together disappeared into nothing, the bamboo forest we had admired together was silent, something was shattered by something, and the memory was whitewashed by something.
One word, placed on our heads, splits into countless steel pipes and fragments, tearing our bodies apart.
Don't laugh, love.