On countless sleepless nights, I often wonder: should I hold a grudge against you? Because you truly made me cry so many tears. You left me torn between love and doubt—unable to sleep through the night. You also made me so sad I couldn’t stop trembling. Your coldness and indifference have completely used up all my enthusiasm and genuine feelings for you. In your eyes, it’s like I’ve never really been okay—just like you said. I only know how to make unreasonable demands, throw tantrums, and sulk. But then suddenly I remember how you were at the beginning: your kindness to me, your steadfastness, your concern and care. You said I was gentle and cute. Because meeting you, you walked me through the darkest days and brought me so much warmth and happiness. Suddenly, I no longer want to blame you. I remember those moments when we resonated with each other over and over—those moments when you healed me again and again.

I also remember: back then, loving you was real. And now, not loving you is also real. If possible, I hope that in your memories, I will always be the one who smiles and is gentle. I remember your goodness—that is the best thing. Goodbye. Even though there are ten thousand roads, I will no longer walk with you.