If you go too far on the road, you will not be able to see the footprints behind you. The darkness will swallow up everything. The scenery you once did not cherish will eventually return to peace. The way you came from can no longer be found.
There is always a light of hope ahead, and the more you run, the further away it becomes. Like a wall with no edge visible, the bright back is full of injuries. As I run, the initial baggage gradually turns into the panic of this world. I am tired and don't want to pursue it anymore.
The warmth in my right hand finally lost the temperature I was used to. Unconsciously. I wanted to hold the hands that turned away tightly in the night, but when I woke up, my pillow was wet with tears, and I realized that the people and things in the past eventually become nothing when we choose.
Was it because I walked too fast that I ignored your tenderness? Was it because I was too perfect and ideal that I forgot the happiness you gave me? Was it because I couldn't see the road sign ahead clearly, so I let you walk away alone in confusion? When the fallen leaves were flying, you disappeared into the no regrets I once thought, and I spent my whole life sad.
Time flies, and when the years are carving our faces, those people who come and go make me understand that the innocence of youth left me nothing but endless pain. Those lovers who thought they could slowly fade away in the long river of time, became clear little by little in the midnight singing and the misty illusion. The voice, the face, the hair, the color of the clothes, all the little movements.
It turns out...
Love starts too quickly, but ends so slowly...