I thought it would take a long time, but it was only a short two months. I thought the ending I thought of would not be painful, but I still couldn't control it. I have been procrastinating and wanted to write some self-report, but forcing myself to recall seems too cruel to myself. I can only recall such superficial things five months later. But the initial happiness and the pain of those days still seemed untouchable. Even though I still remembered those words, it was like I never dared to think about them. I knew I still remembered them. I don't want to live by remembering the days, so I can't remember how many days we were together, how many days we were in pain, and how many days we were apart. I can only remember that it was almost five months, and this is probably the only advantage.