Suddenly I remembered something and realized that I am only suitable for doing things that others cannot see but can move me. My cautiousness is just indifference in the eyes of others. I have made sacrifices that others cannot see. It has always been in vain. I am afraid that I will lose more than you in the future, and it will be more painful.
Time can smooth everything out. It gave me a lot of time. I didn't dare to recall. I was afraid that I would never forget it. I always wanted to move forward, but in the end I realized that I had been stagnant.
I can't go back to the decision I regretted. My future has never been clear. I'm waiting for a ray of light to clear the fog in front of me, but there is no longer that ray of light to illuminate me. I can't, I don't want to...
The people I love and the people who love me have left me, so what am I still doing?