When I was seventeen, you suddenly broke into my life. I knew what it was to be heartbroken.
When I was eighteen, I had an MP3 player and a pair of white headphones. My left ear was with me, but the other side was tightly tied to you.
When I was nineteen, the back seat of your bicycle was always my special seat. You took me to see the sunrise and sunset in this city.
When you were twenty years old, you pushed me out of your life without any reason or words.
This is how love injects into your life without you knowing it, and becomes your flesh and blood. If such a person appears in your life, he is the warmest memory you have ever had, but now it hurts whenever you remember it. What should you do?