I have been waiting for so long, but what I have been waiting for is always your cowardly back. You love the cactus on the windowsill so stubbornly, and how much I miss you being so stubborn and aloof in my heart.
Time is like an eraser, wiping away the traces of our feelings. If it is a little lighter, it may not be wiped clean; if it is a little heavier, the paper will be scratched, just like we didn't know what was light and what was heavy.
At the end of all the cutscenes, I was like a clown who had not memorized the script, standing at the very beginning of the stage and reciting the Old Testament between the two of us.