What is entangled between us, what makes me desperate, the reason for all fate. ． ． ． ． ． How can you remember me? ． ． ． ． ．
Actually, I'm not afraid that you forget me, I'm not afraid that you don't care about me, I don't care that you hurt me, I don't care about everything. ． ． ． ． ．
But how can you not see that I am right in front of you, but how can you not see me in your eyes? ． ． ． ． ． I think there is the farthest distance in the world between us. ． ． ． ． ．
A distance of more than a thousand years. ． ． ． ． ．