He still remembered that man, he was a very bad guy.
He remembered a lot, the white dress, black eyes, gray sky...
And the bright yellow narcissus.
Only he still remembers.
Now they are each other's only ones.
Since the mailbox of the previous account can no longer be used, articles will be moved to this account one after another.
Concept: If memory is a forest, can erasing the trees in it erase the personality in it?