He's getting married and the bride isn't me, which is fine.
He went abroad and got his PhD, which was great.
He is very good, really. The future plan he mentioned when he was 18 years old has really come true, which is good.
He is very happy, has a happy career and family, which is great.
So, goodbye, that boy with wet eyes, goodbye!
Do you regret it? Lele asked me.
No, he's fine, that's good. I smiled and looked at the rain and fog outside the window. It's just that his background can no longer be found in the hazy rain and fog of June. Goodbye, my otter boy!