煎熬

I never thought a mandarin song could bring tears to my eyes as I was singing it out loud in public for the first time.

I have been on the run refusing to clear up the dust that have settled.

Everything frozen in ruin as I turned my back and fled the crime scene.

Shadows that I have brushed away into the far depths of my memory.

It was your ghost that I had avoided all along.

But today. I finally let go.