The 36th day of Tony‘s departure
When the parting really begins
It's not the day it stops breathing.
It was you who opened the door, and no one greeted you.
When eating something, you no longer need to take a bite secretly.
Turning over in the middle of the night, I can't touch the familiar temperature.
The days are moving forward as usual.
But every habit still stops when there is it.
Originally, I missed you, but I didn't cry all the time.
It is that life still retains its place everywhere.




























































































