Walking, walking, feeling confused. Thinking, thinking, love fades away.
If the tide of time washes away our memories, we can only bury this memory in our hearts. When you are walking alone on the campus, a ray of breeze blows by your side. When you are walking on the street alone in the middle of the night, sad and complaining that the fire of love has not been lit yet, please open it, it will let you touch the corners of love.
Time flies by like a fleeting moment. The you you used to be are no longer the you you were many years ago. The me you used to be is no longer the me you were many years ago. Some people say that love is like white clouds, which can be seen but cannot be touched. They go away with the breeze and come back with the breeze. Some people also say that love is like pi. You never know where its end is. You can only bite the bullet and keep going. Maybe one day you will find that the person you love has long gone.
In the hustle and bustle of the city, I just want to laze in bed. I hope this book can accompany you, accompany you through thousands of mountains and rivers, and become your exclusive memory. The cold wind in the night and the dripping rain shuttle through every street in the city. Some people say this is crazy about love. I say this is the footprint of love. If sadness is still sad after sadness, and drizzle is still drizzle after drizzle, face it with a smile. In this imperfect world, look for the perfect you.
One day, I will declare "I love you" to the world in the name of "happiness".