Dear Sue, I really don't want to use any adjectives to describe you.
I also don't want you to be called an unbearable girl by others.
My memory of you has become very weak, everything is as fragmentary and profound as fragments.
I want to use my pen to remember the story of you and me, even though I can't quite remember it anymore.
Today, your portrait still hangs in front of my bed, awe-inspiring to me like a god.
However, I don't remember much about it.
I don't quite remember the time you spent with me, and I don't quite remember my dependence on you.
Sorry. My dear Sue.