You said you would hold my hand and never let go, looking at each other lovingly, recalling the warmth of memory.
But at the moment of letting go, I realized that the loneliness behind the interlocking fingers was so profound. What was swaying was the invasion of the lonely night, entering the internal organs like a cool breeze, destroying the dust-covered memories in such a surging force, and opening the locked heart.
If I accompany you to experience all the scenery, you will notice my shadowy following, then can you please stop for once and look back.
If friends are the boundary that won't get hurt, can it be less obvious?
Walking on the empty streets, I still miss you.
Don't cry, I never blamed you. It's your freedom to love or not to love. Once I fall in love with you, I should bear the consequences.
Don't write your vows to me on paper because the paper has expired.
I deposited the limit of my love for you, but when I took it out, I found the missing corner of loneliness.
Face to face loneliness, back to back desolation.
Showing off our memories, mocking all the past, standing on tiptoes to look out, and standing humblely, have become one person's business, becoming a sorrow, leaving roots behind, and slowly experiencing the pain of scabbing after the injury is healed.