I want to ask you, will the flowers bloom again after they die?
In fact, what I want to know more is whether those friends who have gone far will come back again.
I don't remember when I started writing their stories. Maybe it was to reminisce, or maybe it was just because I was too lonely. In short, I just put pen to paper.
Sometimes, I also feel that I am very ridiculous, because I seem to have always been a character in a dream and a dream. I watch them cry, watch them laugh, and then I am tainted with emotions.
Here, there are times when I write in the first person, but, you know, that's not me.