All thoughts come from not being able to see each other
All the attachment is because there is no good goodbye
And persistent thoughts
It's that he didn't say goodbye but couldn't say goodbye
Time is less like an antidote, more like an anesthetic
Those thoughts that make people cry in the middle of the night
It's all a reason I can't let go
Probably because the moonlight is too beautiful and the night is too soft
At that time, the phone rang, and I thought it was the gentleness you gave
But this is not a novel, how can there be an ending waiting for it
Fortunately, there are no regrets about what can be lost