Have you ever had expectations in your heart? I am not looking forward to getting rich overnight, nor am I looking forward to being as beautiful as a fairy, but I am looking forward to someone who can understand me, who can take the initiative to hold my hand in the dark night, who can remember my frown in his heart, who doesn't ask me why I cry, but only carries a handkerchief to wipe my tears, who is obviously afraid of heights and trembles, but still climbs high and looks far away, and stays with me!
I can't believe that he is real, but he has really existed, but he is also about to disappear. Should I hold his hand tightly, or let him go away? Choice is always scary