We met in the autumn when we were nineteen years old, and we spent a month in winter. Later, when the wind blew, I knew that winter was over. I only lived thirty days in this life, and I will always remember the first words you said to me: Your cup is a little cute like you. Every day in the future, only I remember those past days. It turns out that you will love her as much as you love me.
Intention: There is rarely perfection in this life, and there are many regrets.