After listening to the last song quietly, all the disturbances stopped at this moment.
Whether you are sad or heartbroken, just shed your tears at this moment.
A pear on the table, divided into two halves.
Half of it is in my mouth, like the whole sweet past, although it is destined to be the last aftertaste.
Remember, you were not allowed to separate the pears for fear of separation.
Forget that if an emotion goes off track, how can it be divided by the plow?
There is still half a pear, pick up the separation and know how to leave.