Before I had time to say goodbye, we met in another identity. I remember you once said, if two words..., But I understand that life cannot tolerate if. Three years and four months later, I once again fell into an uncontrollable mess, just because of your words, "Actually, I have been troubled for many years, and now it's time to sort it out..." At that moment, I no longer need to hold back my tears. I remember you once asked me, "Do you still love me?" If there are only two options for the answer, yes or no, I really want it, I want it, I want to say it, I do. However, I once again pressed the severe pain in my heart and answered the answer that has been deceiving you and me, no. Do you know? I am afraid, afraid of time, afraid that it will wear away the memories of you and me, because I know that there will always be an exclamation mark and a rest between us. So, I don't want to let this unknown memory slip away with time. I'm afraid that one day I won't remember everything about you, about our past... I just want to record every detail here, and I don't care about the rest. I believe that one day in a certain year, we will still look at each other and smile... At that time, can we let go?