The pain that cannot be mentioned, occasionally reminds me of us when we were in school, irrigating half of my heart and telling every bit of memory. When we grow up, we start to go our separate ways, wandering around in different corners of the world, playing roles that we have never felt before. One day, I miss you very much, want to hug you tightly, and smell the familiar scent on your body that is no longer familiar. In the world that belongs to me now, you never existed, but you are feeling the pain of the soul, the cruelty of society and the torture of reality just like me. Slowly groping forward, wo bu shi yonggan de ren. Maybe this is okay, just looking at you from a distance is enough~~~