I guess
I don't bother getting too attached to things in this place because I'll leave some day.
I'll leave and never come back.
People who remember will only figure out my silhouette.
They will not recall my name and voice.
They'll mistake me for an imaginary person.
They may remember vaguely our conversations but not the details.
They will not reminisce about the old times because they would've forgotten.
Perhaps I wouldn't even cross their minds.
