When a relationship, after two years of forgetting, is deposited for another three years, it is like a dusty photo frame. Will it remain the same after being gently wiped away?
Time passes without leaving a trace, whether it's people or things, it's easy to get into knots and hard to untie...
Meeting is fate, missing is fate.
But...
Choosing to forget is also a hidden forbearance that wants to seep into her life again?
"The day you left, I decided not to shed tears, and held my eyes open to the wind without blinking."
"..."
"I'm still where I am, waiting for you to look back."