When the sky turned gray, I remembered what you once said to me, and how you turned your back to me and staggered away into the deserted street.
You face the sunset, and the orange light outlines your figure.
That back view that gradually faded away with time became my nightmare for many days to come.
Later, the sky gradually became dark.
Gradually, quietly, I can no longer find any trace of you.
You just disappeared from my life so silently, as if I had never met you before.
After that, I never saw you again.
It's dark and you can't see my tears.
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