Long time no see, maybe some people will never see you again. In fact, we all know that when we leave this city and say "goodbye" one after another, we know in our hearts that maybe this time is our farewell forever. . . . . .
Memories are always bitter, but lasting and sweet. I want to seal this memory away forever. But maybe in a dream one night, this memory will grow, sprout, and resurface again. Ups and downs, time and time again, I know that it is impossible to lose it in this life. This memory has been completely integrated into this body, from the inside to the outside, completely integrated into a whole.
In a dream that woke me up with tears, I once thought that I wanted to write a poem that would include me, you, and them all, but every time I raised the tip of the pen, I could not write.
They say life is like a play, but we are powerless to be our own protagonists.