It has been 5 years, since 2017, I fell in love with a girl for the first time, and drowned myself in the struggle. The struggle and the depression at a young age.
When I hear Mystery of Love, I recalled all of the long and lonely nights. In the airports, in the mid-night flights, I sit alone, letting myself immersed in all of the bitter and sour moods.
The memory is getting blurry. I can hardly remember the sorrow unless I try hard.