After a long, long time, when I am alone, I will miss my former self. It seems like a very long time has been cut off from us. That is a time that is farther away than hundreds of degrees and cannot be touched. I can only pretend that I am living a very, very good life now, so good that it seems like I can bury my past self, and so happy that it seems like a layer of gorgeous but unreal light that belongs to our memories.