In front of me is Lin Cheng's back, and beside me is Chu Qiao. Looking at Lin Cheng going away, maybe today will be the last time we see each other.
It suddenly occurred to me that everyone has a memory, whether it is sweet or bitter. Maybe it's that sentence: At least once in your life, forget yourself for someone. I don't ask for results, I don't ask for companionship, I don't ask for what I once had, and I don't even ask for you to love me. I just want to meet you in my most beautiful years.
The ignorance of the seventeen-year-old, the frivolousness of the eighteen-year-old, and the indifference of the nineteen-year-old left those things that are only suitable for collection. I can't say it and I can't say it, but I can't forget it. They have only two territories: the heart and the grave. For example, stamps, some are used to send letters, and some are just for collection.