I finally really feel that I have lost you. When feelings are eroded and forgotten bit by bit, I suddenly don't expect anyone to love me anymore. You will no longer be here, and I don't know what can fill the vacancy in my heart. I can only be me. From now on, I will live like a zombie, and I can no longer be happy because of anyone who moves me, or because of someone who works harder. I didn't expect that the person who couldn't let go the most was me. When you turn around and no longer miss me, when my emotions are stripped away, only numb perception is left to feel the world. Thank you for meeting me, thank you for spending the past six months with me. I have always admitted that your approach is mature and correct, but I can no longer be happy because of you, and I will be lost for a long time. Thinking of the past, seeing how the lush green grass has turned into the devastation now, I can only be a scavenger. I am most afraid that the people I once loved will be separated, and the two of us will be so close that we forget each other. No one will fulfill my indulgence, willfulness, and bad temper.