Snow Falls on My Forehead, Goodbye Is Already a Guest in the Monument

Every time we kissed, my glasses would bump against hers, making a "pop" sound. She always smiled and complained: "Shen Zhuo, do you have eyes on the top of your head?" I laughed too, but in my heart I thought the sound was pleasant, like our heartbeat. Until late at night when I was working overtime, I dragged my exhausted body home and found that she had already fallen asleep. I turned around and went to the balcony to smoke, and the ash and tears fell together. Suddenly there were familiar footsteps behind me. She hugged me tightly from behind and cried like a child. I turned around, took off her glasses as usual, and kissed her slowly. This time, there was no warm breath, only the muffled sound of forehead hitting the cold stone slab—— Bang. It turned out that what I kissed was her tombstone. It turns out that for the past six months, I have been competing for position with a dead man.