Maybe the wind was too strong, blowing away you who once loved me so much, blowing away our light and heavy happiness, and blowing away my last bit of love for you. Since only your so-called love is left, can I let go? Perhaps it is because I have been living in the utopia of my imagination that I am in today's situation, but I forgot that the real utopia does not exist. Since we no longer have the original love, what is the need for me to exist? Yes, no matter how beautiful things are, you will get bored if you see them too much.
Intention: How can you understand my love?
