This is the content of the memo on my mobile phone, written only for one person. I think I have forgotten him now and am strong enough not to cry secretly after seeing him. Therefore, I write this article for my cold and broken heart (2016.01.13).
The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. I only write novels when I'm cold. Only when you are extremely disappointed will you become indifferent. I'm going crazy. Wandering between love and indifference, I am hopeless (2016.04.25).