The memories of the past have faded in my mind, and when I think back, all I remember is your company by my side, which I have gradually become accustomed to. The large blur of struggle and entanglement has dissipated a lot when I think of you, but in recent years, your voice, appearance, and smile have become so clear.
You said to me that night: In a trance, I forgot.
I picked up the pen and recalled the past. You have forgotten it, so what's the harm in recalling you?
I didn't have time to sort out my thoughts, so I recalled them from the beginning, pulling away all these years one by one. It seemed that I had never forgotten the years.