To Mr. Detective, whom I once cared about and have always cared about——
When the wind blows, you can hear the leaves sighing.
What kind of sound passed through the trees and bypassed the wind. With the ups and downs of the soul, it always lingered in the deepest part of the ear. It never fell into the mud, but was unknowingly soaked in the cold snow and rain.
It was as if a leaf was singing feebly in the air, and finally fell silently on the water, with only a trace of ripples; I looked back several times, but could not find the faint dimness. All the silence has been shaken off, leaving only a vague reflection as when we first saw it.
The dust dispersed, and I was alone, but I couldn't see you clearly, walking alone. I heard you say, everything is just like meeting for the first time.
Faint memory, faint forgetfulness, so light.
I can't forget you. But, goodbye anyway.
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