词：东北雨姐
曲：东北雨姐
I lost not to grand conflicts, but to individual pixels
the orientation of the cup when you brush your teeth
the unconscious in your sleep
the curve of your lightly biting lower lip when you think.
What truly killed me were those delicate
intricate details I could never explain to anyone
like no longer being able to smell
the unique fragrance at the collar of your shirt
a blend of sunlight and laundry detergent.
I have become a scavenger collecting useless details
the memes you love to use
which foot you step on first when walking
and the crisp sound of you munching on potato chips
These"trash"pieces are the sole
building materials of the ruins in my heart.
Our love ultimately crumbled at the fabric
not the skeleton
It was those unnoticed daily fibers
breaking one by one
that led to the collapse of the whole.
I remember everything you forgot
This overloaded memory is my solitary torment
