Those very desperate and desperate things happened before we were very happy and very happy.
Will it become that those very happy and joyful things happened before the very despair and despair?
I hope they are just very tired dreams. When I wake up, I still know where to go...
I saw you coming out of the mist and domineeringly occupying a piece of my memory; and then selfishly walking away, disappearing into the mist, taking away a whole chapter of my memories.
I want to say that no matter who we have preferred, we should just let it go, the years will be quiet, and we will have a long future.
However,
You left.