Love Letter from the Forgotten

My name is Song Zhihe. I have someone I like. He saved me, but he doesn't remember me. Every seven days, he completely forgets about me. I stood in front of him and he said, "Who are you?" I smiled and said: "My name is Song Zhihe." - The one hundred and thirty-seventh time. What's even more cruel is that I am also forgetting. With every step I take, the abyss takes away a piece of my memory. I forgot why I was going up, but I didn't stop. Until that day, he saw it. The one hundred and thirty-seventh time we met for the first time, the one hundred and thirty-seventh time "Who are you?" I fell to the ground and stood up again, still smiling at him with blood on the corners of my mouth. He didn't recognize the person in the picture, but his tears fell before the memory. "Where is he?" He didn't know who he was chasing. But he was already giving chase. The abyss can swallow memories, but not heartbeats. On the top step, someone was waiting for him to return his name to that person.