Is it going to end in this way? At the end of the small path, I see the darkness gradually fading away. I want to reach out and hold onto her last bit of affection, so that I can feel that she was once by my side, so that I can feel her sincerity. But even this tiny bit is so unattainable. Time seems to fade into darkness little by little as well. The sound of Lolita makes memories flash back like the black and white film clips at the end of a movie, vividly reappearing in every corner of my memory as they flow backwards with time.