Everyone has obsessions. Have the people or things you can't forget or let go be diluted by time? My answer is always no. Instead, as time goes by, it becomes clearer and clearer, just like the messy branches on a tree. Even if all the branches are cut off and only one is left, those scars will still exist. The hurts of the past will only stay in the heart and form scars, accumulating deeper and deeper.
We can't change anything in the past or the future. Everyone's end point is the same. When I decide to leave this world, I am calm. There are thousands of words that I can't say. I only hope that I can have a little bit of pride left: It's me who abandoned this world, it's not that this world doesn't want me...
Intention: Justice will never be absent or late.