I wrote this as a rough doodle back in high school. I've made a few edits and am posting it to commemorate those youthful days.
There is probably a kind of poison in this world, colorless and tasteless, formless and invisible.
Most of those poisoned carry it with them for half their lives, never finding a cure.
Perhaps you've been poisoned, or perhaps you never will be.
When all is said and done, it might be better to forget each other and let life take its course.
Theme: In life, nothing is better than forgetting each other and letting life take its course.
