He said it hurt
I said I understand
He said he was so cold
I said neither cold nor cold
He said Xiaoyu thank you
I said sorry
He sent me a hexagram letter:
Flowers bloom in the sun,
And I'm in the dark,
I don't want to be your shadow,
I will be the most beautiful rainbow
I believe that good things will always come tomorrow, and the flowers blooming in the darkness will be the most beautiful.