I stood there and looked at the cherry blossoms. I always remembered that the cherry blossoms were brought by the wind...
First forget your appearance; then forget your voice; then forget your smile, or... Forget the way you look cool; forget that you slowly change from turbid to clear through the light; forget your repeated appearance in my mind; forget what you said. Like birds forgetting the swamps they once inhabited; rhinos forgetting the taste of summer; people in hell forgetting how beautiful heaven is. Everything can be forgotten. If it is not possible now, it can be forgotten in the future. If it is not possible in the future, we will always have a later future than the future. In those futures that will eventually move towards our own future, we can expect it to take away all memories.
I have thought about it for a long time. I have deceived myself; I have blamed myself; I have beaten myself. Later, I suddenly understood that I didn't blame myself for being cowardly; nor did I blame time for not waiting for me. It was you who forgot to take me away...