The year we met was a good time.
Later you said, the day you saw me, the sunset, I was smiling at others.
But this smile has entered your heart, and from then on, it never stops day by day.
Only later did I realize that these three years were actually the most glorious years of my youth.
No one you meet in the future will be as good as you.
Countless guilt and regret drove me to inquire about your whereabouts from everyone we had ever met, but to no avail.
I already expected that we would never meet again.
Farewell on that day became forever.
In the last view, your frowned eyebrows, your eyes became dimmed little by little, and your condensed breath seemed like you were dying again after being warmed by me.
In fact, later on, you don't know, but I also hated myself for being so heartless at that time.
Those once unscrupulous things turned out to be the most painful barbs in my heart every night that kept me awake.
Those heartbeats will always appear when I dream back at midnight.
Thank you anyway for letting me meet you and have you.
Although I still lost you in the end.