I feel that my liking is really careless, with a sense of youth and frivolity, like seeing a warm poem, I can't help but write it in the palm of my hand, touch and study it repeatedly, but after a while, the handwriting fades, and another poem may be added.
I also feel that as long as I don't take the initiative to care about his activities, the words Lin Yi will no longer have an impact on me.
I also feel that as long as I do my own thing and don't think of him in my free time or in the dead of night, I can escape forever.
I even think I have forgotten him.
But I really can't deceive myself. Once you come, I will still be unable to fly.