My name is Lin Suoqiu, female, seventeen years old. For seventeen years, I rarely spoke to him.
When I saw him, it was just a whisper, but it was enough to make me sink.
I have been following his footsteps just to look back, but I still have extravagant hopes.
Alas, that's all, Zhang Liang is my disaster.
I once laughed at the moth for trying to put out the light, but how much better am I?
Clouds never stay for anyone.
The last thing that accompanied me was a moth.
It lies on my grave,
Quietly turn into a pinch of ashes.