You said that there will be such a person in this world. As long as he is by your side, you will feel that you have a destination in the vast universe. When he leaves, you will have nothing.
You said that you would slowly write a collection of essays, full of beautiful articles, recording their flesh and blood, love and hate, but in the end, you left it to me. The pages are full of small words, and I know they are all from you.