When fairy tales are forgotten and reality drives our lives, we are just the protagonists in our own stories.
I'm about to forget the fairy tales you told me, and I'm about to forget the look you yearn for, and I'm just a child listening to your murmurings.
It's a pity that we are no longer children. I don't want to remember any fairy tales and fantasies, and I even want to erase them together with you.
But I can't bear to part with you, and I'm greedy for your lightly parted lips and the fragrance of jasmine flowers around me. Even if I'm no longer the same person I once was, can you still tell me that story again?
After we finish talking, let's all forget about each other, okay? …