I felt that Zai'er's question was a love that was engraved in my heart, so why not write it down so that I can have something to think about in the future instead of just staring at the photo in a daze. I'm not her, so I can only be as objective as possible. If you are lucky enough to meet someone, just write down the novel about it. Because I wrote it from my own perspective, it may be too subjective, so don't take it all seriously or take it seriously.
Fiction is not reality, life is. I once naively thought that lovers who have known each other for ten thousand years would be just like the novel. Our love was passionate and simple, as blazing as the summer sun. It's a pity that we have finally forgotten the cruelty of reality, and the buds that have never seen the light of day will eventually wither. After waking up from the dream, I have cried and been stubborn, as long as I have no regrets.
(Probably, except for your parents, no one in this world hopes you have a better life than me. But that's all I can do.)
Intention: I'm glad I haven't given up loving you, but I can't find the person I once was.