We always be hesitant in the face of the truth, thinking that the past is false, that memories are just a road with no return, and that all the winters and snows we passed cannot be recovered. Even the most passionate and steadfast love is, in the final analysis, nothing more than a fleeting reality, and only loneliness is eternal...
In the pitch-black night, I only hear you whispering: "Did you know? They say, keep going south, it's north!" It's also the direction engraved in my heart, it's painful and full.