A story about friendship, a story about being separated, left behind, and lost in the wind.
There is no one who understands me like you do.
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On the day of her funeral,
The snow was heavy and cloudless.
When I was young, I was in a daze in class and somehow I thought about her dying one day. I was very sad because I was the only one who remembered the journey the two of us walked together.
Those memories became my own ashes.
I even cried over it.
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Now, I am standing in front of her mourning hall.
A photo with a black and white background and a gradually blurred smile.
I noticed that my eyes were fogging up.
Zhou Tiantian, you broke your promise too.
I've been absent a lot of time,
You can no longer be the one to tell the story of your life.
We haven't gone far together yet,
You have wandered alone.
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It doesn't matter whether we can be good friends forever, or whether we reconcile after the fight. What matters is that we were inseparable at one time, and a part of our mobile lives was paved with this friendship.
——Shi Tiesheng
Intention: If you don't mean what you say, you will really lose it.
