The initial encounter is always so beautiful; the process of getting along is also warm and makes people envious and jealous... But why does it end with regret? How should I let go? How can I be willing? You are the ray of light that appears in my life, my only hope for survival, so I want to hold on tighter and tighter with all my life, but I forget that light cannot be grasped. I said I wanted to scold you, but I couldn't bear to do it. How could I scold you? Blame me, blame me for being too negative and too sensitive for losing you. You will always be the white moonlight and cinnabar mole in my heart. Every time I mention you, I think of the wonderful memories you have brought to me. You never hurt me and I never hated you. Shhh... I like you... Everyone knows it. If you can, look back at me, I will be there, always.
Intention: I will feel relieved after writing it!