You and I are twins, two branches growing from the same root, entwined with each other.
However, the gardener's ruthless pruning separated you and me. You stretched out your branches under the shelter of the big tree, and I went to root hard in the mud.
My branches can finally touch your leaves again, but who would have thought that I would never be able to go back to the past.
I don't blame heaven or earth, I just blame you and me for being separated.
Conception: