On days when you are not here, the streets are full of strangers, the street lights are cold, the trees are bare, it is the same in every city, this house that cannot be called 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 quilt has always been warmer than mine. My mother has 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 been to every day, guarding my few memories and loving you.
Intention: the encounter and separation between people