Love is not a game of chase.
She always thought that she was the initiator, but she never knew that in the end she was also an evader.
During that year, the moment when her heart stopped, it was her lifelong attachment.
She was the one who confessed, she was the one who left, and she was the one who escaped.
In the end, no one can tell what it is.
I still remember that summer, the moment you passed by the light and shadow, your warmth remained on my fingertips.
Conception: