Facing you, I made mistakes; meeting you is the luckiest thing in my life; missing you, you have become what I remember; losing you, I want to say "I'm sorry" to you; seeing you again, can you give me another chance to get to know you again...
Isn't our life made up of small stories? These little things that happen to me make up my perfect life.
In my life, I am sometimes happy, sometimes sad, full of atmosphere, and sometimes not discouraged. I write down my little stories one by one, as if I have met you again!
I shed tears because I missed you, and I was lucky enough to meet you.
If there is hope, I don't want to miss you again; if there is hope, I will remember your eyes and write down your appearance; write you into my story, treasure it in my memory, and let you live deeply in my heart...
The article I wrote yesterday does not represent my mood at the moment.
Purpose: May our life be savored carefully