It's like I don't know what day he will come,
I can't remember the day he bumped into me;
Like later I didn't know which day he said he was leaving.
I don't know his birthday,
I don't know his preferences,
Not knowing about his family and the past events that made him sad,
Write here,
I think it turns out that not only do I not know,
In the six years since I heard the word "Fu Xinbo",
Never really understood,
The person I have fallen in love with in my life.
Conception: