We are like black and white, two extremes. Unable to intersect. Unable to get to know each other. We meet the wrong person with the wrong identity at the wrong time. Wrong fate, falling on the wrong red line, and getting the wrong ending. But after all, it is a past that cannot be forgotten. Just like there are always some things that will be firmly stored in the memory and lingering.
He is the one who cannot be forgotten or let go. He is the one who accompanies me from beginning to end. The memory is fragmented like petals, leaving only everything related to him. A moment. Just for a moment. Everything changes. Everything that was shattered broke the former tenderness, leaving only a garden of tea. It was as if I fell into hell in an instant, accompanied by my eternal love.
In the embarrassment caused by being too affectionate, he could only raise the corners of his mouth coldly and continue with a sarcastic smile. When he raised his eyes, the familiar figure from the past was gone. There is no longer a companion in his eyes. Putting aside the innocence of the past, he now takes on the heavy responsibility alone. Stand alone.
Trying to get rid of the influence he had on her turned out to be nothing more than a vain hope. When I was alone, I swallowed the bitter wine and chewed the pain caused by this fate. Only counting the days day by day and sighing continuously, constantly looking through the withered yellow notes and recalling old dreams can alleviate the pain in my heart that comes from the depths of my soul.