We were once so stubborn, thinking that we would love each other until the world was destroyed, and we would always remember that person's smile and kindness. Because he is young, he is ruthless and ruthless, and his persistence makes people hate and irritate him. I also know that I am doing very poorly, but sometimes I appreciate my courage to fight against the world for that person, and I feel very happy. But now everything about you in my memory has become fragments, gradually disappearing into a dusty place in my mind. When I think about it, I gradually no longer regret it, and no longer feel it. Does this mean that I have risen from the place where I fell?