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I don't know where they are going, and I think we may never have the chance to meet again in this life. But when we pass each other, many stories will happen. Maybe we forget it inadvertently, maybe we don't think of it often, but every time I think of these stories, I feel that the world is actually not that bad. I suddenly remembered what she said, that if I like her, I want to share my life with her. Just like that time when it was snowing all over the sky, I wanted to take a picture of it for you; when I heard a good song, I wanted to sing it to you; when I was excited, I hope someone would understand it. Like means seeing all the beautiful things and wanting to share them with you. I also think of his words: Among so many people, I hope you can be happy the most, because you are the one among us who is always wandering. I know you love freedom, but I hope that one day, you can find a place to stay. Later, the corridor was dyed by dusk, winter was awakened by heavy snow, and my thoughts were collected by songs, but I couldn't find anyone to share them with. Saying goodbye means seeing all the beautiful things and never saying them to you again.