In search for meanings amongst the buildings of this city, it made me think of
how once upon time ago: I fell in love, with this girl. For so many years, I thought I knew what that falling in love feeling is like, but no, she was the one, the only one that made me know the difference of what to be truly falling in love was like. Despite the cliche, she died. It was just for such a small period of time, but she died. In terms of her death, I grieve endlessly, though only in metaphor yet for me the one I fell in love with had vanished, departed.
I never understood this, my own analogy of her death till I was standing in that cold end of...