Where Is Jianjia?

The light was dim, and a ray of sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the doors and windows. Sprinkle it on the pot of camellias by the table. The petals were so pale that they laughed at me. Laughing at my overestimation. How can the love I cherish compare to it. I know I'm not a very good note taker, But I like to look back on the way you and I came from more than anyone else, I kept looking back, standing still, but time still passed by and I ran forward vigorously. You often stand on the balcony and look far away. I ask you, what are you looking at. You say, ideal. I am worried and ask you. Is it very far? You remain silent. I know you will leave here, leave me. We are all too stubborn. I always struggle to catch those unrealistic loves. We all live in ideal love. Once you don't get it, you're like a child. Crying. There is a name in my heart My name has a memory My memory goes blank.