I have been practicing, practicing forgetting, practicing forgetting the past.
Sometimes, I really feel that I have forgotten the past.
Really, forgot.
Those things that I once thought would last forever are like the beautiful fireworks.
A moment of dazzling beauty is released in the sky.
But it immediately withered, disappeared, and then disappeared.
All that's left is the surrounding areas.
Dark.
Besides.
Lonely.
Yeah?
Really?