Sometimes I wonder if our encounter is always out of season, like autumn rain in a summer city.
If one day, you find that I am slowly fading out of your life, it is not to be considerate, but to give up.
I lost the sight behind me. I wonder if I can still find you when I turn around.
A slightly sadistic sweet text, hey, don't think so much, just love me.
I can follow you, like a shadow chasing the light, sleepwalking. ——"Light Chaser"