If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are slightly frosted.
Falling in love is an accident, separation is an accident, and letting go is inevitable. I'm not chic, I'm just not used to expressing myself. I don't love you anymore, it's just that the memories won't let me go. Maybe I'm too lonely now, maybe I haven't met a suitable person yet. May we part ways and live happily together.