I seem to have forgotten him, and I am looking forward to having his dreams, as if there is someone around me who can replace him and be remembered by me, but b can be anyone, and a can only be a. The grievance and unwillingness kept impacting me. That kind of emotion kept receding and then rising again, ebbing and flowing, over and over again, lost and regained, gained and lost again. I seem to be losing track of our story. I only remember that those days were very happy and joyful.
Intention: If you have forgotten something, if you are still willing to remember