After so many years, I think about it carefully, all the memories of you are fragmented, probably because I have become accustomed to seeing you through the gaps since I met you. Everything you look like is me looking at you through the gaps in the leaves or between my fingers, with the sun shining in and squinting through the gaps. I thought I would face all the misfortunes of the past with you, but I didn't expect that the misfortunes I thought about every night after that would actually come from you. Our beginning was wrong, so that for so many years, everything I did was wrong, just like putting on clothes, if the first button is wrong, no matter what happens later, it is just overcorrection.
Intention: one wrong step, one wrong step