Our hearts are the poems and walls that have been written unconsciously and longingly for a long time, the feelings that have been stranded by time, and the beautiful love that cannot be lost through the hourglass.
Our hearts, in the story of yesterday, which is as beautiful as yesterday, and today, which is as beautiful as things continue, cannot forget those years when no one seemed to be able to live without the other.
The distance between us has to be lengthened. Then, our hearts quietly forget.
We all grow up in the same way, and none of us leave by accident. The passing of yesterday is an indelible sorrow. Our feelings are the tacit understanding between clam and pearl.
We are always looking for an emotion called happiness. Our sky is blue because dreams are flying.
Everyone remembers it, everyone knows it, it cannot pass away, so it is beautiful; everyone misses it, everyone misses it, and it cannot be forgotten, so it is cherished.
Pictures survive in memory and rewind in time. We easily lose things without feelings, but we cannot get out of the sky of recollection.
And now, in a deep night, imitating a feeling of nostalgia, I tell you and myself that I miss you very much...