There was once such a song that we played on repeat and kept in our hearts
There was also such a touching story that made us cry bitterly.
There was also such a period of time that was fragmented but never faded
Memories, or dreams
There is always someone
It hurts when I think about it, it hurts when I touch it, I feel tired when I mention it, and I retreat when I see it.
Actually
We are all slutty idiots
...
You see
It's windy outside again
It's the south wind...