The morning atmosphere is made pleasant by the air and the sound of birds chirping. Anyone who hears the enchanting songs will want to approach closer and listen for longer. I was standing behind the piano, pondering a variety of topics. A remark I recently heard came to mind: "Sometimes love doesn't have to be forced." I'm not sure who said that, but I'm sure it's correct. While strumming a few piano keys in front of me, a past memory resurfaced, causing my brain to explode and a tear to stream down my cheek without my knowledge.

Two people who were previously in love decide to keep their distance from one other, agreeing to uphold their promises. The story's ending forces both of them to believe in the sweet promise that was spoken between the waves. To look after each other when away from one other in order and to give the finest version of themselves before reuniting again. But, hey, isn't it simply a promise? Nothing but crocodile-mouthed nonsense. Even if it comes with a nice promise, farewell is still farewell. Everything is subject to change over time. Meeting new people, experiencing new surroundings, new experiences and maybe new feelings. This is quite oppressive.

You have encountered a new flower that is more beautiful than me, with your best version of yourself. you forgot all the enchanting promises you've ever talk. All these memories, why am I the only one who is feeling the bitterness?