In the fourth spring and autumn after losing your news, I will still think of you when I eat something you like, I will still miss you when I meet something you like, and even in my dreams, you are never far away. But when I woke up from the dream, I only blamed myself for not being brave enough.
Intention: From being tacit and talking about everything, to drifting apart and having nothing to say, to losing contact and being unable to let go. The emotions of little people are always complex and changeable, and only time can heal them. Persistence takes time, giving up takes time, and so does letting go.