When you are away, the streets are full of strangers, the street lights are cold, the trees are bare, it is the same in every city, and the home is empty.
I am very childish. Every night when I wake up crying, I want to have a warm embrace. Just like when I was a child, I could run into my mother's arms when I had nightmares. My mother's bed was always warmer than mine. My mother never cried, but why do I cry so much. Don't say I'm worthless. I have to be strong. How could I suffer a loss outside? Rest assured.
Over the years, I have listened to the songs you listened to, read the books you have read, and gone to the places you have visited every day, guarding my few memories and thinking about you.