In the flow of years, we once met, held hands in a dream, but lost each other after waking up. Now, I realize that I can't bear to save the lost opportunity, the moment I didn't give back. Our story should have been a continuation of that beauty and warmth, but now there is only regret and regret. What I am reluctant to save is the love castle we built together, the place where we once lived, and now it is gone.

Whenever night falls, I recall the bits and pieces of our experience in silence. Laughter, gentle hugs and feelings of interdependence seem to be yesterday. However, I also deeply understand that it is those lost moments that I can't bear to recover. What I can't remember clearly is our carefree time, the time when we loved each other and accompanied each other. Reality tells me cruelly that these beautiful things have become a part of our past.

Although times have changed, what I am reluctant to recover is the love that has passed away forever. It has disappeared in the wind, and with the passage of time, it has become a part of memories. It is like a breeze, gently blowing across my cheek, with a touch of sadness. I really don't think I can go back to those good days now. What I can't bear to keep is the mutual sincerity and sincere feelings, which will always belong to the past and become our memories.