When I woke up again, I found that I was out of danger, but the painful memory would not let me go, just as it would not let anyone who cares about it go.
In a war without smoke or gunfire, you have chosen, and I have nothing to say.
There is no hatred or resentment. I should even praise your wisdom. But I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm just an ordinary person.
Maybe all I want is a world without you, please wish that I can forget you. . .