I still can’t forget you.
I still can’t trust everything.
Even today I can’t send you away like this.
I will rewrite it again, the story will not end.
I will bury fact that reality is seeping into my skin for now.
I rewrite it once again, the start beginning with you and I smiling happily.
In case you will leave me, the background is a small room without an exit.
I’m the writer who lost his purpose.The end of this novel, how am I supposed to write it.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I keep writing these 3 words.Setting the warn out pen on the old paper strained in tears..
Right now I’m writing such a happy story.But it is all just a wish..