I'm sorry, it's not that I don't love you, it's not that I don't miss you, it's not that I don't love you.
Just because, I love you too much, miss you too much, love you too much.
What I miss is not you, but the fatal past that you gave me
What I escaped was not a city, but a memory with you.
I'm scared! I woke up from a nightmare, crying and opening my mouth to shout, but I didn't know who to call out in this silent world.
I'm scared! The night I thought of you, I saw your back and reached out to grab it, but there was nothing.
——After parting, will you remember that abstract and fuzzy figure in your mind, is that me? . . .
——. . .
Sorry, I can't answer this question, I don't want to deceive you. . . Because no one can promise anything. There are too many things to happen and people to meet in life. People are not animals that can stick to memories until they grow old. Maybe one day they will keep their respective vows and pass by each other. No one will forget the other but no one will recognize the other.
Cold love, piercing wounds, unresolved love, the seemingly indifferent love killer, who knows that it was actually hurt that made it what it is now.