In the end, fate had time to actually finish. I go my way, you go your way.
It is undeniable that there are many feelings immersed in the cold of the rift, there are a thousand tightness and wounds embedded in accompanying the steps before the paths let each other go.
Lonely, sad, sad to be one that is contained in the clear tears that spilled in the silence of the self.
Maybe it's true. It can't be denied that there are many nostalgic memories that smell like love that are created on the way.
There are many stories contained in the memory that soar in the breadth of hope.
But destiny is destiny...
It will still find its place.