About memory, about forgetting.
If you told me to break up, I would try to forget you, but you said nothing. I felt like my body was supported by a rope, hanging from the broken wall, and I had nowhere to look. I chose to look up at the thin thread that maintained my life, watching it slowly disconnect, and silently counting down in my heart: "10, 9, 8, 7..."
I am not afraid of falling, I am afraid that I will be suspended in the air.
Conception:
阿拉阿拉，这种结局还真是…… 伪.傲娇受炸毛了呢