There is a thick smell of dust all around, exuding endless desolation and calmness.
The dust brushed my face, and the slightest coolness touched me. I knew I was crying.
Recalling the memories I don't want to recall, the wind and sand have blurred the surrounding scene. Silent and silent.
Those young and ignorant years were curious and green.
Those young and ignorant years were clumsy but nostalgic.
In those young and ignorant years, even I couldn't tell the difference.
In those young and ignorant years, I didn't even have time to ask your name.
In those young and ignorant years, I searched for you like crazy.
In those young and ignorant years, I was as ecstatic as a fool.
In those young and ignorant years, I knew you - that boy who did not exist in this world.
Those young and ignorant years are self-evident to us.
In those young and ignorant years, your commitment was so heavy. I laughed. This time - it's sincere.
Unconsciously, I changed. Worry about gains and losses.
Your commitment seems so shallow. How vulnerable.
Forgive us for finding the wrong place, forgive us for falling in love with each other.
Conception: