The promises we once made will last forever and drift away in the wind. The plum blossoms embroidered on the silk handkerchief bloom alone, red as blood, stinging my eyes. You are a special existence to me. I have hated and complained, but I still refuse to admit that I like you?
? Because these are too small and too contradictory for hatred. Are you doing well? I am doing well. That's it. Just let me know that you are fine. That's enough.