That year, warm sunlight filtered through the window and filled a corner of the room.
I secretly watched you sitting by the window and wrote my favorite feelings into the already yellowing diary.
Until that day, you said you like it, and the story began. But you couldn't explain the unexplained things, and your patience was worn out over and over again. Maybe I was too stupid. I showed my sincerity to everyone, raised my expectations too high, and made my expectations too perfect, but I forgot that the world's words are 70% false. When the countdown comes, I will abandon all my love. I will give up all my love for nothing else. Just make you happy.
Purpose: Be literature