Mist-Colored Green Paulownia

How many people dare to love someone only in the name of friendship? I walk along an endless dark road, long and lonely, with cold winds all around. Time and shattered dreams are buried together, fermenting and rotting incessantly. Past memories are poured into my palms, slowly flowing away and disappearing drop by drop. The warmth I once had slips away quietly from my side, without making a sound. In the end, I finally understand that in this desolate and barren year, fog condenses with tears, and people part with pain. The warmth I once had slips away quietly from my side, without making a sound. In the end, I finally understand that in this desolate and barren year, fog condenses with tears, and people part with pain.