Love Ends, Memories Wake Up

A face that has been reshaped, a memory that has been cleared. I woke up from the end of my fall, and the only legacy in my hand was a heavy diary from the past. Opening it, I witnessed the past of a young man who gradually forgot his own appearance in the process of chasing the figures of others. The end of the diary is his question heading into the abyss; and the beginning of the diary is the blank space in my current life.