There is always a name lingering in my heart, and finally I can no longer say it. I used to daydream about the future countless days and nights, whether it was bright or gloomy, and I felt at ease because he was by my side. It's a pity that we squandered all our luck in the days called youth. It was a parting where I endured the pain and pretended not to care. I cried out his name in the cold night, and in the end I could only live a life of a walking zombie among the indifferent crowd. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. I still hope that one day, I can look at each other and smile through the sea of people on a noisy street corner, and I don't even expect to be able to cuddle up in his arms and greedily enjoy the warm breath. I just pray that those thoughts that I cannot express can pass through the blue sky and white clouds and guard him.