But he still remembers which snack shop he likes the most?
But I still remember how his hair was tied up
But still remember, the secret under your parasol tree
But I still remember that under his white plain shirt, there was always a light purple square scarf
.......
Since I can't remember it, I will miss it.
Miss his brocade-like years, miss his long hair dyed like ink, miss him looking down on the glitz of the world...
Until, he was no longer him.
You watch him become fragile, indifferent, and distant.
Have you ever been sad?