After all, the rain still washes away my heart mercilessly,
I seemed to hear the friction as the tip of the knife scratched my skin.
The blood-stained heart finally closed the open door again,
Picked up the cold mask from the ground and decided to continue pretending.
The flashy dead branches and leaves breed the death of time,
We who are ignorant and confused will never be able to pass through those memories.
From now on,
I decided to keep pretending.