What you think is complete is not a fragmented emotion. Your selfless fulfillment makes me sleepless. Your departure is not the separation of my heart and soul. The fate between you and me is just like that of love and life. You created my love, you gave up your life, you made me heartbroken, and I dare not remember it for a long time. I fantasize about supporting the old man to rest in his arms, staring at the grass and the dim light of the smoke.