Loved, experienced pain, and then came forgetting and remembering. I don't know when this feeling came, it's really strange. Although I wanted to hold back my tears, they stubbornly flowed out; at this moment, it's quiet enough to hear the voice deep in my soul, a voice that has never existed before.
If possible, I hope this doesn't become the past, doesn't only exist in my memories, doesn't force a smile despite the numerous scars. No matter how reluctant I am, I hope it doesn't happen, but what I didn't want to happen, happened. When I said those words, countless memories flashed through my mind.
Loved, it's like this, I, who was still childish, haven't tasted the flavor of love yet, and love quietly left me. Regardless, I chose this love, once accepted this love, so I have the right to remember, for that thing that may or may not exist. Regardless, I have loved before, and that... is worth remembering, regardless of whether she will be forgotten in the future or...
It's over, everything is over. Maybe we met at the wrong time, or maybe, our meeting was simply a beautiful mistake. As passing travelers in each other's lives, we hurriedly crossed each other's brief, perhaps beautiful, lives. Each sentence carries my blessings.
Perhaps many years later, on a certain day, I might occasionally come across this and hope that I can still remember the little things that happened. No matter how I felt at the time, as something that truly happened, neither I nor anyone else has the right to hide it, because she did appear in my past life, even though I didn't get the desired outcome. But... all I can say is that we once had it, let's leave each other with a beautiful memory.
Goodbye, the once vows by the sea,
Goodbye, the once romantic moments under the moon,
Goodbye, everything that once happened,
If fate allows, we may meet again, if not, let this be the final memory.