I told you that this is not about you, didn’t I?
And I don’t know that someone you might know.
Let alone, someone you once knew.

It’s not that complicated.

Anyway, this is the end of this story. This one we have here. I don’t know about the one you know, but this one, is undeniably over. How do we know that? Your note tells me, the one that we’ve been reading together this whole time. And it says, the season changed.

Summer,
Musim dingin,
Puisiku biru