"The doctor said that my memory will be slowly erased by an eraser, starting with his name and finally forgetting myself.
But I clearly remember that when the sunlight passed through his hair that day, I painted a sixth color that didn't exist in the world—I called it 'boat color'.
Lu Xingzhou wrote my name on the palm of his hand: 'Yanhe, even if you ask me who I am tomorrow, I will tell you today that I love you. '
Later, I forgot his voice and his appearance, but every time I saw him, I instinctively wanted to hold his hand.
His voice recorder contains 372 pieces of my thoughts. The last page of my notebook reads: 'A lover is someone whose heart aches'.
It turns out that loving until the end requires no memory at all.
——Look, the wind is saying I love you. "
