When I was squatting in the corner and crying, I thought of the text message you sent me when we first met: When I first met you, it was like returning from an old friend.
As the saying goes: It takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, but my love has broken my muscles and bones and has not healed yet. It turns out that the sayings are all lies.
At that time, we met on a narrow road. At that time, we were not afraid of the future.
In the long river of time, my sadness has nowhere to express, my longing has nowhere to bloom, and my lover cannot embrace me.
And I can't forgive you for making me unable to swim through the deep sadness.
But if we meet again, please let me tell you,
I have forgiven your ring finger, and I have forgiven you for your holy and selfish feats
Even if we never meet again in this life...