The trees have denuded themselves of the leaves, the stream is singing the same songs it has always sung, chilly breeze still blow and it is full moon tonight.
but it no longer kindle fire in hearts!
Everything is the same, and it should remind me of you, but surprisingly nothing does.
I have forgiven you, but that doesnt mean I have stopped loathing.
I have realized that recalling past only brings pain.
And resolved that I will never do that again.
I, no longer weave memories.
I dont remember you.
I dont remember anyone.