When I knew I became an orphan, my concern suddenly disappeared, disappearing into the empty cemetery and disappearing into another person of the same blood. I felt as if I was the only one left. I suddenly hated them a little, and their love was still deeply rooted in my heart, and I couldn't erase it no matter what. However, one person said to me:
"I will come to you."
"Love or hate doesn't matter. What matters is that after time passes, you still remember them."
I don't know if he still remembers what he said, and I don't want to know. I just want to be by his side like this, no matter in what capacity or where.
But God always doesn't fulfill people's wishes, maybe it just doesn't fulfill my wishes. I had to leave him. I think I have to grow up.
Intention: There is a lot of fog ahead, my heart will choose the way out