The grassland in her dream is vast and white, the train rides on the joys and sorrows, and the people who dream together are gradually drifting away.
I have thought about it countless times, what is between us, is it the timing, the uneasiness about gains and losses, or the fear of losing, the lack of courage. When I tossed and turned, I found that this was not the answer. Compared with breaking up on bad terms, compared with a complete break, what is more cruel is that there is no reason, or helplessly drifting apart. If we fail to meet in front of the mountain, we will never see each other behind the mountain.
Unfortunately we may not be willing to let go of something inside of us and come to each other. Fortunately, we have all become the people we once longed for. My youth has disappeared, and I myself have become distant.
Intention: The past disappears and I become a distant place