I once had you, right? Sorry, I mentioned the past again. What a ridiculously childish word.
I am still persistent, still persistent.
Zhang Xiaoxian said, as time goes by, I have not forgotten you.
If you still like it after many, many years. What to do?
Or maybe we didn't have it, and then we found the you that we thought was mine, your me.
Even if it is a broken moment passing through the fingers, it is a piece of hard-working and pious love and bravery in the memory. We will eventually abandon the once profound pain because of the beauty.