The smoke, the air, the tears, it's like it's all happened before. But after a night of wandering and thinking, I gradually woke up. Is this love? Do I love her? Does she love me? Everything is so chaotic, is this the legendary first love? Confused... I turned on the MP4 and listened to the song "Snowing". I felt a little depressed, a little sad, and a little sad. I looked at the photo of the two of them for a long time and stayed there for a long, long time. . . The smoke is gone, the heart is broken, but the sun is rising. I stretched my waist and looked out the window, it was raining, and suddenly a little bird flew over, flying quickly in the sky. Should I just give up like this? I wiped my tears, picked up the phone in my hand, and couldn't help it. . . (To be continued)