I remembered your name the first time, not just because of the harm you caused.
When you disappeared, I decided to follow your footsteps.
I crossed the majestic mountains and only saw your leaving back.
I crossed the turbulent river and only saw your leaving back.
I walked into the lush forest, drew my sword and chopped down all the trees that blocked my sight, but I still only saw your leaving back.
Finally.
I chased from the starting point to the end, from light to darkness, from high-spirited to exhausted.
There are flowers, sunshine, misty clouds and soft land at the end, but you are not there.
It turns out that the back figure I kept seeing was just the scar engraved on my eyes the second you left.
I turned around and found that you had been following me silently...