In this world, there is an inescapable factor, TIME, which alters things in its way. It turns green apple into beautiful fruit. It also turns a delicate plate into rotten trash.
You and your time, such a perfect contract, changes everything between us into extremely sour odder, which forces me staying away and not to look back any. It is painful indeed and unhealable. If I can feed back anything to you, it must be another trunk of H2SO4, with pretty fine quality. I am very sure.
