This year, the fireworks are still there.
Suddenly I remembered the eternity we talked about together...
With him...
The mark on the back has become an out-of-reach ravine, outlining the intersection lines in a world that become farther and farther apart after meeting. Then... Each becomes a world...
The phrase "My consent" suddenly couldn't be uttered, probably because I understood: Even if I say it, it won't help...