Unknowingly, it seems like 4 years have passed. At first, I would miss you greedily every morning, afternoon, evening, late at night, and in my dreams. I longed for you to wait for me downstairs in the classroom, sit next to me in the library, and ride my bicycle to give me a ride. Later, I seemed to gradually accept the reality that you were gone. The road to waiting for love is full of temptations, will you still come? Was I still there then?
Xi Zhuo, all my love is about you, what about you?
Intention: If you don't forget it, there will be a response