People are different, today is not yesterday, autumn is the same as before, people are empty and thin.
When I loved you, you treated me as a stranger, but when I left, you reached out to save me. I'm sorry, I'm gone.
I have always felt that the best way to forget a person is to write him into a story, so that he is no longer a living person, but just a person existing in the story.
This is my own story, are you ready?