I lost the person who was willing to tell me stories, accompany me crazy, and accompany me to make trouble. He belongs to someone else. He is now someone else's husband and the father of his child. And now I finally feel the pain of never loving again, never loving again. Maybe this is God's punishment for me! I think I will be a follower for the rest of my life. Go to the city you have been to. Look, the starry sky you have seen. Walk, every street you walk. This way, I can still survive. Live in the memories of the past and follow in your footsteps.
Intention: lost, followed.