We are a group of birds without feet. We don't know when the end will come, so we can only keep drifting like this. . .
That day is like a painting that will never fade and remains clearly in my memory. The bright sunshine, the room full of your breath, you stood in front of the glass of the large window, leaving only my back, but I can still guess all the struggles and hesitations on your face at this moment. If telling me that breaking up will cause you such pain, I would rather the pain be borne by me.