I think the most beautiful moment when I fell in love with you was the way you smiled against the sunshine in that spring, although I didn't feel it at the time.
If I knew that one day I would be separated from you, I would definitely do more things to make you sad, quarrel with you more, let go of you more... That way I would love you less.
I thought that after you left, your smile would only stay in the spring sunshine; your voice would only stay in the songs you sang to me; your taste would only stay in every kind of coffee you brewed... But in the autumn when you left, the flowers had not yet fallen, the leaves had not yet turned yellow, the river had not yet frozen, and before I could escape from the desperate situation, it suddenly started snowing heavily. I ran to the birch forest in the park wearing a skirt and saw you on a bench covered in snow. So every time it snowed after that, I would think of our favorite snow days; I would think of the snowman we built, and the feeling of you stuffing the snow into my neck; I would think of the flying snowflakes when you slid around the crowd from the high hillside to stop in front of me; I would think of you saying that the colder the weather, the more warmth you can give me.
I think I never want to forget you, dare not forget you, cannot forget you, and dare not think of you. So I can only evaporate my longing, longing, and longing in the scorching heat of this summer. I hope that the years to come will be uneventful and that the rest of my life will be free of joy and sorrow.
Some things are already destined, just like my stubbornness. I am stubborn in believing that I will lose the person I love most. I am stubborn in that even if I have exhausted all my happiness and all my feelings, I will still not regret loving you. I am stubborn in thinking that I will be able to let go one day.