Forget about myself this summer, no words of sadness.
Thinking about the past,
Right and wrong overlap, right and wrong are intertwined, gains and losses coexist...
There are very few left,
There are only a handful left,
What I got was bits and pieces.
Sentimental. Suddenly, but only in the past.
Look at the world indifferently, look at each other in confusion,
Forget about me this summer and don't mention my long-term sorrow.
HP's relationship is still wet (my article)