Black and White Forest

Meeting, but exists for the purpose of separation. Goodbye, but we are strangers. That period of real, warm, plain, and hot love is so satisfying to think about. Smiling till the end, only I am left, the unfinished story, who will compose a sad and melodious song. He left, I knew he needed time, he said he would come back, I believed him, so I saved all words for later.