If there were still what-ifs, would you choose to stay the moment you turned around?
The world has passed like water, but I still remember the lightness of the clouds on your lips, like the white clouds floating in the sky, quietly imprinted in my eyes...
Many years later, when the familiar you are no longer there, I will still be in the same place, looking up at the same sky, and then burst into tears...
After all these years, will I still clearly remember your appearance in the next moment, just like the lightest breath, quietly accompanying me throughout my life?