it will only hurt if i keep holding on,but i don't mind the hurt.

though the hurt is sometimes unbearable,

i still continue to hold on.
i recall all the memories we shared together,

but all i could do is cry.

is not that we have not shared any happy memories together,

but these memories reminds me of the fact that you have already left me.

' let go '

i always tell myself.

but somehow,the more i tell myself to let go,

the more i cry.

it's just like putting salt on the wound that is going to recover,

making the wound unable to recover, forever.

the memories still are as fresh as always,

though it's already very old.

they never turn yellow,

never grey,

never will disappear.

sometimes i really wished that i could run to a faraway place,

where no one knows me,

where no one knows my past.

i can live my life like never before,

try things that i have never tried before.

learn things that i could never learn in school,

and make new memories like never before.

somewhere i know i won't be hurt,

somewhere i know i will never see you again.

somewhere i will be alone.