I'm not stronger than anyone else and have nothing to hide. I also get flustered, but that doesn't mean I want to talk to people. I'm very busy at work, but who is not busy? I wander between jobs, and the remaining unmarked time is like an empty jar that can't be filled with anything. There is an emotion that is nameless sadness, which seems to have nothing to do with the person I can't love. It is just the muffled sound of memories. The more I listen to it, the more regretful I feel. Can I not think about anything. This is the anonymous sadness you left me. I can't even tell where the pain is. Love doesn't cost a bullet but penetrates the soul. I surrender. Can I close the memory?