A heart that is ignorant of the world, and a pair of hands that are fiercely thrown away.
Heartbroken, the sharp pieces like glass fell to the ground, each piece shining with the light of memories in the dark night. Every step you take away from him will cause you to step on those fragments. Suddenly, your flesh and blood will hurt, but you have to go on and go alone.
The farther you go, the more you miss it, because you find that even if you try desperately to find some clues from the past, you still find nothing. So, you go back to the way you came from, check if you missed anything, and then find that your skin is intact as before, and there are no traces of injury. Separated by the thin texture, those glass-like fragments are sealed in the skin, vaguely hinting at the sweetness, pain, love, hate... The past...