If I could go back in time, how perfect would I be to complete this encounter with him? But the result was that even though we met on a narrow road and I met him, he turned around and left without paying much attention.
We were destined to be together, but the cliche story was mixed with my tears. I used my tears to narrate my story bit by bit. It was a love that exhausted all my strength. It was a memory that only one person could remember. It was a story that could only be told as a story to others.