无题

『To my love』

My dear:

Counting the past, it is now，threeyears since you left me to sleep

I've been thinking about you for years was sickand often couldn't remember what you looked like，only through your things and photos.Forgot something a little bit

You don't have many possessions.I'm one of them.

The rose garden you planted hasn't worked out sowell these pastfewyears,andIforgotthat your steps have never been as manageable as they were when you were there. I'm so sorry.I can't even take care of you' flowers

They all told me to let go of you.your tape wants me to live.too. I listened,and I went back to my old routine.gardening,wiping down the things you used to love. But I always felt empty, andInever felt that way when youwere around, but they never though tabout it.Without you, how can I let go of the past?

I always think of you when l look atthing sIonce thought useless. But because of the disease, onl those blue eyes remain in my memory.I really seem to be getting over you

No matter what kind of you, alway sexist in my memory fragments, whenever I thinkof you,they are like alantern flashed throughmy mind. I often think that you are stillin front of me. Never left.The drugs were making my mental state worse and worse but there was nothing I could do

『来年旧物又逢春,唯独不见意中人』

Next year old things and spring.but not the right one

Untilyoureyesbecome theocean ofmy memory, and I can no longer look for them.Honey. May you changan.