Memories always become great and lingering in our self-deception illusions.
Love is a feeling that is extremely dull.
But it is pretended to be so holy among us vain and ignorant people.
We are one of the mighty army that preaches love.
We are also among the first to give up on love.
Years later, the scene once seemed like a blur of light.
The lingering rewind seems like a river that can never be reached.
You croon desperately on the other side of the river.
I met your forbearing eyes on this side of the river.
My dear, it was you who taught me love and how to trade vanity for innocence.