When longing turns into a fleeting beam of light, turning into little shadows of tears; when memory turns into a wisp of misty black hair, turning into fragmented hatred; where is the end of love? Who will join hands with me? That rainy season, we broke up. All that is left are scars that cannot be erased. At that time, the nightmare of thunder lingered, and you and she looked at me teasingly in the clouds of love! Thinking about us back then, I can't believe it! But after all, I am still a high school student, how can I think of adults. . . . . . You protect her and belittle me! ? I even hit me! Let me love you to death! Another boy also fell in love with me, but I stupidly refused! Why? How stupid I am. I did this not to become famous, but to tell you that I will no longer have any lingering feelings for you! Maybe, I will go on strong! Whether at work or in study! I will look at you condescendingly! I am no longer the obedient little girl I used to be!