I don't like you much, just like I have forgotten your specific appearance, but after you, I actually lost the ability to have a heartbeat; I don't like you much, just like I don't know any news about you, but sometimes I still daydream about whether I have passed you by in some familiar or unfamiliar traffic. There are many things that I didn't know before but I know now. Fortunately, it's not too late to know now.