I use a love to make a journey, walking close to you, leaving you, remembering you and forgetting you. I can remember the thrilling scenery at any place on the journey, but it gradually blurs the memory of you who I once loved deeply. A love, a journey, where is my end point? When will I no longer look forward to your open arms at the end?
——Zhao Zi
I looked at your postcard, but I couldn't remember what you said. I only remembered the bright smile when I met you for the first time, and the elegant smile when you were by my side for the second time. Until our fourth year, I could no longer see your smile. It's my fault for not cherishing your fearless love. The trip you exchanged for love made me love you more and understand you better, but I lost you. I want to open my arms and hug you at the end, but you turn to a fork in the road, how should I find you.
——Gu Xin
I don't love you, but I like you. Watching you rise and fall in the sea of people, I just want to have you. But I don't love you. I want to hold hands with you for the rest of my life, but I also know that you don't love me enough. I convinced myself that if there is no love, there is no loss. I repeatedly told myself that I don't love you because you already have someone you love, but you can no longer accommodate me.
——Chen Han