The breeze is still blowing today, and the vast sky has no trace of life and vitality. A few fallen leaves rolled up from time to time prove that events are flowing. Suddenly looking back, more than a thousand days and nights have passed. Three years have passed, and not a single memory has been left, only a touch of sadness and a light peach blossom...
It's my fault that I miss you. Going back to that moment, the years are silent and scary.
The deafening gunshots and gushing blood filled my brain, and they said: "You're gone." I know, you didn't leave.
I want to find the memories of you and me in my hometown, but I can't.
The peach blossoms remain the same, but the people have been hollowed out...
