I never understood the true meaning of leaving.
Until time takes away those memories that should have been vivid
will be blurry
Just woke up suddenly,
It turns out
I've been away for a long time
That writes people, those things, those memories that exist due to the existence of time
They've all changed, I don't understand what made them change
Maybe it's something I don't know, or something I don't want to know
In fact, I have also changed
It's really changed, it's been completely changed.
I have changed and I don't recognize myself anymore
It's no longer the same self in memory
learned to cheat
Learned to hide
Knowing the terrible price
I can see clearly that there is darkness and light in the world
me
All you have to do now is choose
Choose to keep going
Or a change
Maybe this will tell me as time goes by
my chosen
A choice is a change
I know
It turns out that I make choices every day
Making choices for change every day
Once, I made a choice, what will happen in the future?