When you are on the other side of the mountain crossing
My lonely road has no end
I often feel your breathing behind my ears
But I have never felt your breath in my heart...
"Missing is a Disease" by Zhang Chenyue and Tanya Chua is constantly playing in the mp3. It's not like Su Enshan has never heard it before, but now when I take it out and listen to it, I can't help but feel that the sarcastic writing sounds like myself now. It has been more than a month since I broke up with An Zhichen, and every day seems like a year. In the dead of night, I always feel bored and panicked, so panicked that I always feel out of breath. Even though it is late autumn, it still feels as hot as summer. His figure keeps popping up in my mind, and I recall every moment with him. He is his own disease, a disease from which there is no cure.