Some things can be forgotten;
Some things can be commemorated;
Some things can be done willingly;
There are some things that you just can't do anything about!
Always, tears will melt with time.
I thought everything would eventually become a dried specimen...
It's just that tears know
You stayed in my life...
It's just that tears know
There is a kind of growth called love...
Go past that street
some street corners
A little greenery
blowing a little wind
When you are used to turning from another street
The breath that comes out
Also floating slightly
There is a crowd around
pass through without interruption
The rumbling cars
Stream passing by
How many times have the long and short pointers turned?
I lost the concept
I thought
Always on this street corner
Don't go away, wait
That summer you
Sooner or later you will run towards me with a smile on your face
But I forgot what you could give me
Already stopped
at that point in time