desertion 4

Small details can always kill us. Small details have always been the beginning of the road to a big death.

This life did not love us together, and that is why it gave us parting on a plate of gold.

After days of sadness and fatigue, I realized the meaning of defeat. Extinguishing the soul. Passion death.

How I wished that my memory would die and forget you at once.

You're the one who treats my sadness as something that doesn't matter!

Your memories still surprise me while heedless, make a noise in my heart that others don't hear.

Something broke my chest! Something that needs to be addressed immediately!