?After meeting beautiful things, everything I have encountered since then has a contrast. Nothing can match my memory, and everything I encounter now and in the future is bleak. You're waiting for the memory to fade, enough for other things to take on some color, before starting a new journey.
You said: "What I want is in time."
You stand still in time, waiting for that moment to come, and no one can give you what you want except yourself. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com