The colors in my memories have gradually lost their former brilliance, their shattered remains carrying only faint, blurred hues — as if telling the stories that once unfolded here…
Reading those once-familiar words, yet unable to feel what I felt back then.
Standing in place, pacing back and forth, yet unable to sense that gentle breeze that once brushed across my cheeks.
In a certain place, thinking of a certain person, recalling certain things — only to find I can no longer piece them together whole.
Always reminiscing about the past, only to realize there is no going back. There is no time machine, no time tunnel. We are no longer the innocent children we once were.
Memories — they have passed. Occasionally I look back at who I once was.
The focal point of time is the future, not the past.
The glorious and the radiant — they, too, lie ahead.
What’s gone is gone.

Once, I loved you deeply

Day after day, year after year

The days pass on, most reluctantly

Memories turn pale

The brilliance of the past gradually fades

The colors of yesterday slowly retreat

Once-clear outlines grow dim

As if everything whispers: you have gone far away

Turning through those once-familiar murmurs

No warmth remains — only deeper sighs

Standing in place, waiting

Yet never again will that voice come, the one that used to call me “darling”

That place, that person, those moments

Can no longer be pieced back together

Missing one lead character, lacking one shade of color, short one atmosphere

Wiping away the foolish tears

Gathering the faded memories

Love was brief, but it was brilliant

Love was brief, but it was wonderful

Love was brief, but it surpassed a thousand years of flying alone

Some say

What you cannot forget is simply because not enough time has passed, or because the one you love now is not good enough

But what I want to say is

What you cannot forget lingers because it cut too deep — because it was too real, too pure