I don't know where to start our story. I closed my eyes and tried to move the memory forward. It was cold, early autumn, and midsummer. I saw the black trees and snow, the smooth and shiny ice rink, the fireworks blooming in the sky and the blue river, and the empty stadium under the setting sun in the afternoon.
I still remember your name, the words you said and the day I met you, and the cold winter breeze that year, but I can no longer remember the time before that. The memory stopped. I lost all my memories like I was recovering from a serious illness. Then when I opened my eyes, I met you. The memory of my whole world started from that moment. From then on, I loved you and hated you, but I never forgot you.