The inspiration for this article, limited to 500 words, came from a scolding given to me by a friend. So write it. But the overall feeling is not as good as the previous one. The reason why it is defined as the final chapter is because I decided not to write about that period of time or that person again from now on. Although sad, it would be pretentious to repeat the same thing over and over again, so I'd better stop here to avoid getting scolded. It's a pity to lose it, but it doesn't mean that I can sit under the wall and cry sadly with this memory. The sunshine today is good after all.
But please don't delve into the authenticity of these characters. The words are just words, don't take them too seriously. As for those hands, even I couldn't tell whether they were his hands, Han E's hands, or Luo Han's. Perhaps, the so-called face that I have never forgotten has been quietly distorted in my memory, turning into a mood and a longing, allowing me to find some sustenance in my wandering thoughts when I leisurely walk through the long and short shadows under the street lights in the quiet night.
But I still want to say it one last time:
Goodbye, bye, bye.
Also, I like you.
If one day a good girl says this to you with a loud enough voice, I am willing to bless you here.
Conception: