These days, I'm used to getting hurt, but I still want to avoid it.

sorrow

That time is still vivid.

I saw you throw yourself off the roof, saying you were in pain.

I still can't forget that incident.

I want to avoid it

I want to run away

I don't want to be sad anymore.

But what comes back is your emptiness and sadness

I just wish someone would erase this memory.

Never be sad again