We will meet many people in our life. Maybe some people pass by, tell us some truths, and then leave; maybe some people come and give us some warmth and companionship. I can't say whether what they did is right, but I thank them.
There was once a person who came, passed, and left. Maybe we will never meet again, but in my heart, he is very important, so important that I want to take him as my own, but I don't. I hope that he will be happy, because he is the one who told me what love is.