I have always believed that everything will be diluted over time. But when I try hard to forget, the memory appears so clearly.
Tears flowed down again and again, and they couldn't be wiped away. Even though I had vowed to forget before, I couldn't help but keep some...
I always tell myself that it is the last time, but this last time seems to be far away from me.
Forget it again and again, and remember it bit by bit.