This sad story is dedicated to you again, to you who I can't forget.
I have always thought that you and I are like twin flowers, born from the same root. Even if we are separated, it is just fate, because in the end, we can still be together.
We are twin flowers, you bloom during the day and I bloom at night. You are the beauty in front of others, and I am the self-admiration behind others. Even if we can't meet each other, we still have a connection, the dim but long thoughts that flow into our flesh and blood. In countless days and nights, I conveyed the invisible feelings, the emotions that I can never describe.
Later I discovered that even twins may not necessarily fall in love because of distance and love. Sometimes true love does not necessarily mean staying together forever, but at the moment you can understand, it becomes eternal separation. The difference is that we both live in this world, but you are in the daytime and I am in the night.
On this special day, I dedicate this special story to you and to my other self.
As time goes by, I don't know if the person I love is you, or in fact, it's just another me.