I Don't Necessarily Want You to Come Back.

The stories I write are about missing, about loss, and about myself. Or maybe it's about the most important person in my life. That person has now left and gone to Australia, a country with kangaroos, the smallest penguins in the world, and beautiful coastlines. The story didn't say that, and I didn't want to. Maybe I subconsciously resisted the mention of his leaving. But stories are just stories after all, they will be passed over, and there will be many more untrue stories. This story does not have so many twists and turns, but it is all an allusion to my real life. I spread out my life for you to see, and I long to find a life like mine among you. There is a song I like, "C'est La Vie". Anyone who likes Liang Jingru should have heard of it. This is life. Separation is life, reunion is also life. A perfect life can only be achieved by tasting all the flavors in the world, life, separation and death. If there is another chance to meet again, I hope we hold each other's hand and never let go. If not, just wish them good luck in their lives in their respective cities. May each other be free from suffering and gain happiness, have peaceful years, and live a lifetime of joy. May the ones you love, those who love you, still be there, leave, But the person who is still in love, Love forever. One last word about me. I am seven. I like anything that is emotionally strong, warm, and long-lasting. I love the grit and ruthlessness of "Love or dead." Because these are things I don't have. These are the beauties that I cannot take away.