That year I met a very important man, and my nights were shining like an incandescent light. I love him deeply. I don't know how long I can love him. I don't know anything. I only know that I love him hard. I even suspect that I am crazy.
We were together that day, and then we separated. I have grown up, and I know that love is not a one-sided thing, and I know that I have done a lot wrong. . .
I shed sad tears when I looked at the diary of my time with him, and kept the tears like this: the movie tickets I watched with him, writing each other's names with him, and walking on the rainy streets with him.
It's a pity that it's all in the past, and I still feel a sense of sourness every time I think of it.
Our story has such twists and turns, maybe it's just me, but I was happy in that part