On a gloomy winter afternoon, I ordered a cup of coffee, but never touched it.
In December, all of Shanghai is gray and bleak, bitterly cold and so desolate it makes you despair. Oh no, I mustn't despair. I promised him I wouldn't lose hope in life. He once clasped my hand tightly and told me, “Never lose hope for the future. You haven't received what you long for because Heaven wants to give you even more joy and happiness when you finally get it.”
But what about “loss”? He never told me. I think loss is Heaven's way of making you understand:
You have to find your tears to find love; lose love, and you are destined to lose your tears.
Theme:
I don't like this man, he has no sense of responsibility for others