Many, many years later, I still often miss the happiness that I could see with my hands several times, so clear and bright, but it was always inaccessible through that thin piece of glass. Everyone wants to live a carefree life in a fairy tale, but reality and dreams always run parallel through everyone's life. Suddenly looking back, everything has passed, and everything is engraved in the gears of everyone's memory, constantly turning as life goes by.
There are always those years in life when we need to face the cruelty and coldness of the world for the first time, and because of the kindness and simplicity of our first experience in the world, we are forced to wander between love and hate, unable to extricate ourselves.
About separation. About goodbye. About disappearing. About reappearance. It's all natural.
Entangled. Fracture. Junction. Parallel.
We are always repeating fragments of other people's stories.
We have always had a shallow relationship, but how can we have deep love? In those years, cardamom would last forever.
At the next intersection, I miss a certain temperature.
A person, a city, a lifetime of heartache.