I have been thinking about whether the love between Han and I can be considered true love. There is no promise of each other, no earth-shattering tragedy, and we can't even remember the beginning and the end. Only few people know about the four years of getting along. Maybe we can pretend that he never existed, but we can't erase the heartache. When I met Han, I thought that my feelings were settled. I thought that such an encounter would be wonderful and perfect. I thought that the foundation of four or five years would be indestructible. But reality told me that what happened did not need any reason. I had no right to deny our feelings, but I also had no power to think about it. After he left, he realized that he was still drifting gently on the water like petals with broken roots. The place where he imagined he could stop disappeared again and again, and it flowed past his eyes again and again without being able to catch it. For him, I really don't want to say anything more. Is it a pity that a few years have become a blank? Should it hurt? Forget it..., It's over..., Everything is over. A person's road is destined to be walked alone. And Zeyan can only be a friend. I know I may owe him too much, but I don't know how to repay him, with feelings? Isn't it a cruel thing to give someone if your heart is not there? And it will also destroy the original perfect impression.