Anyone who is not good, we let go.
I used to want to forget everything.
But deep down, I'm afraid I'll forget it.
What I assembled with my own hands.
The day I let go of my memory,
From the past. From sticking. Not my happiest day.
But the day I suffered the most
I can't suffer anymore.
Many times, the release happens when
We cried until there were no tears to cry.
We fight until there is no strength to fight.
We are so hurt that there is no more place to hurt.
And then one day...
The clenched hand for a long time loosened by itself.
Not because we are good
It's not because we're strong.
But because we can't carry anymore
That's why I let go of everything.
And just know that's my own break-out, too.
Maybe I've reached a point that's close to this sentence.
"Remember used to love but don't feel it now."




























































