Go into my heart, so beautiful, so warm, but I don't love him. Thinking of this, the boy almost shed tears in pain. He held on to the railing by the river and listened to the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops. He said to himself: Tomorrow, should I forget her tomorrow? However, the feeling of seeing her was so good that the boy could not convince himself. It seemed that for more than a year, his love had dried up on Xiao Wu, leaving nothing at all.