The dreams that once haunted me, the longing for, the… Now it seems that there are only these bland and few words, which are so thin that they will be blown away by the wind at any time, just like our memory. It turns out that everything is not as important as imagined. In the future, you won't remember me anymore. Of course, it's best not to remember me, because people only remember me when they are unhappy and unhappy. I hope you can find your happiness.