There was once a song we put on repeat and etched into our hearts.
There was once a story, almost too faint to grasp, that moved us to tears.
There was once a time, shattered into pieces yet never faded.
In memories, or perhaps in dreams,
there is always someone
who hurts just to think about, wounds us at a touch, wears us out when mentioned, and makes us retreat at the sight of them.
The truth is,
we are all cowards who put on a tough front.
Look,
the wind is rising again outside.
It's the south wind…
