I was walking on a field on a gloomy day,
I felt a familiar place in the distance.
It was a place where we used to be—
A sudden flashback of memories
filled my heart.
It was us, holding onto each other,
It felt like there was no one but us.
A cascade of tears left my eyes.
It doesn’t feel nostalgic—
it feels… hurt.
Like countless needles piercing through my heart,
and every needle has a fragment of memories,
memories of how stupid I was that time.