It is said that everyone has a soft place in their heart.
Under that weak heart, there are buried the most private, deepest, and clearest tears of every soul. . .
We are gradually lost in the bustling world, and occasionally we will gently touch those thoughts that are gradually fading away.
That is my past, my past with you, and part of me and you.
There is only one such person.
Because I only live once. . . . . .
真舍不得这样一个故事结束了呢。