For four years after my death, my girlfriend came to see me every week with a bouquet of flowers. Every time I see her I feel very happy and extremely sad. I hope she can forget me, find someone who can take care of her, and spend the rest of her life happily. On the 7th anniversary of our relationship, my girlfriend came to see me with her new boyfriend. She spoke for a long time, but I only remember that she said she was going to forget me and hoped that I could bless her. When the imaginary scene came true, I said to her with painful relief: "I wish you happiness."
