Occasionally, you'll reach out to me. Your sudden appearance still stirs my heartstrings. Yet I've learned to put on a facade—neither warm nor cold, neither salty nor bland. I laugh without a care and no longer shed those cheap tears.
Only after a long time has passed, only when there's nowhere left to retreat, do we realize that what we once discarded with our own hands can never be found again in the days to come.
I still believe in love, but I no longer believe it can last forever.
You suddenly reminded me that the time we've known each other can be counted in years.
After walking this stretch of road with you, you too have become a path I've passed by.
I know forgetting is easy—just stop looking, stop thinking, stop remembering, and it fades away, like the sky after fireworks.
Only when you see through everything do you realize that losing feels more solid than possessing.
There's nothing unforgettable. Time will make me forget you—first your face, then your voice, then your words. Not now, but someday.
We scatter like dust in the winds of time. Looking back, we see no trace of our shared moments, though we once clung so fiercely together.
With both ending and journey complete, clinging on feels greedy—even to myself.
Words buried deep aren't hidden by choice; some pains simply cannot be shouted aloud.
I haven't been avoiding you, nor have I been avoiding myself.
For you, I have only surrendered—never forgotten.