I began to miss those flowers that were scattered everywhere. They became enchantingly gorgeous because of your departure. They piled up into a solid and unexpressable love in my heart. The warmth that was gradually submerged. The black undercurrent on the horizon gradually became clear under the street lights. I still wandered on the road, watching people coming and going. They were endless. Ignore my existence and walk by me silently. Occasionally, someone will look at me with a smile, but no one understands my loneliness. But there is no one I love and no one who loves me to accompany me. There is emptiness and unwillingness in my heart. No matter how unfortunate the situation is, as long as you believe that you are happy, you can get happiness. Those who yearn for the sky are lonely. Make a promise, even if you know that it will lose its trace like a kiss lingering on the skin. Maybe only by giving up can I get close to you, and only by not seeing you again can you remember me. Because the wound was displayed wantonly, the pain has been lost. Sometimes, it seems cruel, but if you think about it, it is also a kind of mercy.