I have heard of it: one autumn rain and one cold.
I didn't admit it was my fault, but I didn't deny it either.
I write it down, firstly because my thoughts are hard to eradicate, and secondly because I can't help but mention the past. I just wanted to stay here and forget about it.
Pang Qiuyu, are you okay?
Having never been alive, I don't know how deep it is.
[Novel in autobiographical form, first person]
Intention: Remember some old things and hate, the fault does not have to be entirely mine.
