If it were just me, I would never take pictures, be it people or scenery. Those who care would be remembered in my heart, and those who didn't care would not bother. If it was just me, I would never watch the excitement. Since it has nothing to do with me, there is no need to bother. If it was just me, I would never do anything meaningless or uninteresting. In fact, I am not interested in anything. So basically, I am a very boring person, so I never thought about telling anyone my story.
If one day Jingyu asks me why I wrote such a long and boring text, I will think hard and answer: I want to exchange my thoughts with you. What about gibbering? Please forgive me for not being able to continue thinking because my right hand and left shoulder are a constant reminder that no matter which part of the scale is tilted, the pain on the other side will be worse.
Therefore, love is on the left, love is on the right, and above longing, the sudden warmth and sudden frost have interspersed this journey with many changes, making the closely related travelers either tread on thorns or twisting through sorrow, struggling to escape, but unable to bear to forget.
And I just happen to have the ability to forget.