This is a simple story, very ordinary, not as vigorous as imagined, but very real. I don't have the spirit to write like other authors. Maybe it's a whim, maybe I will keep writing. I don't ask anyone to read it. I miss her and care about her. I hope to write it down and read it slowly. In life, I even hope that she can come back to me. I am not like a person who can take things and let them go, but I use my sincerity for feelings.