Think About Us

There is a feeling that everything is over, but inside, the habit of being important still lives on. When someone else's hands touch someone else, and your memory still whispers, “What if they remember?” It's not even jealousy, but a quiet interest - is there even a shadow, a trace, an echo left on the skin, in the thoughts, in the breath?

The world has long moved on, but somewhere deep down, the unspoken “what if...” still echoes. And even if no one can give an answer, the question itself is already an admission: not letting go completely means still being part of this “us,” even if only in your imagination.