I don't know what kind of mood I had in typing your name. Hatred? Like? Ha... I don't know what to say. The acquaintance in this place is probably full of illusions and difficulties. Your purpose? Lost? Dismissal? Or... Smart people know how to withdraw. And I am a fool. It doesn't matter if a moth flies to the flame, swallows the tears, hurts the heart and leaves all over the ground, it's just sighing in vain. You, you are still you, the game is gone. I must be just a speck of dust among the millions. If it gets stained and wiped off gently, you can still hold a cup of fragrant tea safely and use your pen to describe your infinite love for her, and paint your heart as crystal clear as glass!
