Many years later, someone asked me: "How does it feel to love without being able to get it?"
I smiled when I saw a child on the roadside holding a marshmallow in his hand: "It tastes like a piece of candy, but slowly only memories remain."
"Then how did you feel after you broke up with him?"
I was disappointed: "It's like a dream. When you wake up from the dream, you are gone."
The earth is round, but we are still separated
In the seventh year since we were separated, I thought it was time for me to say goodbye to the past, without saying goodbye, just leaving.