I thought that long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, so I learned to be brave. Little did I know that the so-called short-term pain would last for a long time...
Smile and say it's okay, smile and say goodbye. Wave, turn around, and it's early summer again.
That so-called relief turns out to be just the inability to let go.
I thought I could pretend not to see or hear, and life would still be the same. In fact, there is no way to hide, the scars have already been burned.
The door of memory penetrates everything...