You certainly don't know that when I left, I secretly made a wish to God. Godly bless you to be happy forever. You will definitely wonder if I have changed my mind and am ready to leave your lively world forever.
But you always blame me, again and again, and every time I tolerate your unreasonable demands. But when I smile at you and ask for it, you always have all kinds of excuses to prevaricate my words. If that's the ending you want, then I'll send you well. Even leaving will send you a charming smile.
Maybe with my departure, you will really grow up. Will you understand that your kingdom needs such a me. Helplessness and reluctance have also disappeared.
Nostalgia and infatuation also dodged, only to suddenly understand that my castle you do not deserve to have. Maybe my abandonment will make you truly mature.
There are no memories of the past in the castle, only a little memory, and the remaining memories look desolate in the city without memory.
The familiar gradually becomes unfamiliar, and the strange gradually becomes familiar. No one can do without whom, only who wants to leave whom. Today, as before we met, everything is strange. Suddenly forgot that you used to give me a little sweetness, and now there is only sadness.
You pretend to forget the past, and I live alone in memory.
In a trance, I realized that you were just a hurried visitor on my itinerary. Otherwise why don't I have a single pain in your departure.
Can you give me a song time, let me hum the melody that I have ever known best, and say goodbye to Jun.
When two people turned back to back at the same time to leave, there was actually a reservation for something called missing.
Cherry blossoms fell on top of my head at an inopportune time, and I thought, is this your parting gift for me? Thank you for remembering that I loved flowers. I have been addicted to the world of flowers and paid for it, but I have never been able to grow a flower with my own hands, even if it is unremarkable.
What you don't know is that I planted and lived, but I buried a brilliant flower, and lied to you that I didn't plant a living. Just like you, I buried it with my own hands.