The temperature that was still palpable one second ago has disappeared this second...
Only,
All that's left is the warmth of the smile on your face that's already so cold that it's hard...
Like,
Like a budding rose, trying its best to show up at the last moment of its life,
The remaining beauty...
Those happy times have long been as old as a bell tower, mottled and lost in a corner of memory, buried deeply.
Isn't the wordless ending very sad?
The passing years have broken down the memories into scattered fragments. Those painful powerlessness, sad suddenness and elegant sorrow are intertwined, ups and downs with the flying thoughts.
Under the intertwined vines, only one remains
The sentence "forgive me".
Conception: