There is always such a person in life, between love, family and friendship. It is easy to be forgotten by you when you are busy, but you always recall it inadvertently.
She (he) is like a cup of blood, mixed and fused in the river of your memory. You will be sad and cry for her (him), but you will never understand her (his) swinging happiness.
This text is to commemorate her. A person who really existed, or only lived in my fantasy.