One day I saw him, with light all over him. I stood there blankly until he walked away, and I didn't come back to my senses for a long time. Later, when I recalled him, I just felt that the days with him were so gentle. The days without him turned out to be my life. I don't hate him, I miss him. I don't regret it, or I have already begun to regret it.
Intention: Everything will be fine.