If I forget how to smile, please raise the mole at the corner of your lips slightly and tell me how beautiful that arc is;
If I forget how to endure loneliness, please let me remember your back as lonely as the sea, and tell me that such depth will teach people profoundly.
If I forget how to say sorry with tears, please be sure to store the pain of the past and the happiness from the next stop, and tell me that those cold waits will eventually bloom.
If I forget how to take off my mask, please look into my eyes without any disguise until the walls peel off, and tell me that those soft things always need someone to touch them.
If I forget how to pick up yesterday's strings and continue today's song, please be sure to plant vines that will never fade in the name of love, blow the ever-fresh wind, let the wind dance and let the vines sing, and tell me that those notes that rotate like annual rings never stop.
If I forget how to deal with the changing stars and silence like the withered roots in the ground, please be sure to cut off the untouchable clutter in the cracks of the years. Then wake me up. When September is about to end, tell me that such a world has everything I need to fight for.
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