I have always believed that you are still there and you must be waiting for me somewhere in the world.
I still remember the bright spring scenery we enjoyed side by side in those years, the umbrella above my head on that rainy day, the bowl of fried bean sprouts that I didn't finish, and the songs you sang in my ears.
You said when you left, let me wait for you to come back.
Unexpectedly, what I was waiting for was the small urn.
Don't hide from me, come back quickly. I will definitely tell you this time: "You are my forever attacker, and I will never dare to counterattack again."
The blade scratched his wrist, and a trace of blood oozed out.
Please, stop hiding from me.
Intention: To remember the person who has passed away long ago.