Whenever I walk under the paulownia trees on that street, I always think of the little things that happened with Ting.
I knew that Ting would never come back again, when I deleted the diary in the blog. Ting had not looked at the blog for ten days, and she had not thought about me for ten consecutive days, so I deleted the diary. It was empty, and I knew that I would not look at the blog that recorded our every bit of happiness in the future.
Ting said, our future is in my hands, maybe I should say this to her.
However, I always believe that successful love should be reserved for the people who love each other. Even if it is a very hard life, the people who love each other are willing to live it.