When memories disperse into a sea of sand, the harder you try to hold on, the faster the grains of sand in your hands will fall until there is not much left.
I desperately want to be the last grain of sand in your hands, what should I do?
There is no longer my reflection in your world.
The wind stirred up the sand, which confused my eyes.
So, half of the city was deserted.
So, you smiled and said, "Pearl."