Are there any scenes that remind you of the life you once had? Are there any places where you have walked in the footsteps of us together?
Are there some pieces of music that dance lightly on memory? Are there any memories that even I pretend to have forgotten?
Is there some emotion that even you can pretend to be unharmed? Is there some smile that is a blessing for your friends not to worry about you.
Are there some shouts, teeth and claws, branches every night, but nowhere to tell, no one listens, like a bottle of tree that does not intend to bloom, growing all the thoughts into roots, unknowingly occupying the vastness To the immeasurable soil, nothing can be transplanted except death.
Are there some tears that only belong to yourself in the darkness after turning off the lights? Are there some voices that remind you to face the existence of longing? I miss you so much, I miss you so much. There is nothing else.