The rain falling in the sky has erased all traces, just like your appearance and departure again. I think there is no way for me to forget what you said about being together, but that is the past. I can't go back. I can only suffer in the middle of the night and then get drunk. Then I pretend to be strong and put up a wall to tell myself that I have forgotten you. The sky is pale, and the light through the clouds is like the dawn coming from across the century. And dawn always comes before dawn, so in the end, you will definitely believe that dawn is actually at dawn.