I was trapped in the mud of the past, and those losses and regrets stung me like thorns. Now that I am relieved, I feel that the past is just the prologue. From now on, the breeze will accompany me and I will move forward fearlessly.
Seal the diary filled with memories and lock the photos in the deepest part of the drawer. The regrets of the past are lost in the corner of time.
Intention: Maybe, I will eventually stop missing you