The eraser in my memory is gradually erasing the remaining love. When I completely forget, will you still stick with me? This familiar city becomes strange after dawn. The raindrops outside the window broke with regret. I can't forget that street and that wall. I was the only one left in the bleak scenery. I always think that we are very close, but I never thought that you are very far away. The tenderness between the palms and the backs of the hands is the sadness of mutual inseparability; the distance between the palms and the backs of the hands is like two parallel lines without an intersection. I think, I have a pen in my hand to draw a perfect ending on that wall that belongs to us.