Every time I look at the light, I feel that Ya is still beside me, leaning on my shoulder and smiling.
But every time I really miss her, I feel so sad that I almost want to run away.
Those fleeting past, I piled up into a tower in another world, deeply burying my nostalgia. At the same time, I also hid a love that she could not know.
That is a woman who is like light, smiling at me from this side of the world. In this way, I feel that this is what is called getting beauty.
You said, good night.
The memory is clearly visible, but it still blurs the eyes and hurts the heart.
After all, many years have passed.