The place closest to you is the farthest away. Even if you cry and move forward, even if you lose a lot of precious things in the end, don't look back, reality does not allow it. Choosing to deceive one's own feelings for the sake of prepared explanations and cover-ups is the beginning of a mistake. Wanting to let go, but constantly numbing one's nerves, is like a kite with a broken string, which cannot come back. A love is like an inevitable prank, it comes like a storm and goes like a tornado, leaving only ruins in the end, and it can still be imagined as innocently. I want to accept such a prank, and it's time to let it go. Baian [word] March 2017