Everyone is different from year to year, and people always lose something in the past. Memories are like bitter rain falling on your cheeks, and your smile feels like the past.
I'm always depressed, and you look at me thinking, and I can't catch that thought. Tears trample my consciousness, and I desperately hold your hand, but it's like a dream, and when I wake up, the person is no longer there.
Intention: None.