On the topic of ... I can't forget you. Write a composition of 550 words.

I can't forget your kindness. Every time I hear this song, my heart always beats. I forced myself to listen again and again, so that my sadness would grow old in the cycle of music and my heart would be numb in my fingers. Whether awake or asleep, I want to fly with you. No matter how high the sky is and how deep the sea is, two people who love each other can't fly. I always think of you in the most painful time. I can't wait for you to come home with the light on late at night, but I take out my mobile phone to check your information on sleepless nights. I always turn on my cell phone for you 24 hours 1440 minutes.

I looked up and saw the tears on your face, your tears, and your tears were condensed by Fu Yuanshi of the Han Dynasty. Since then, they have dripped into my heart and warmed my long years. I forgot and forgot, I can't forget. In my life, someone is crying for me. At the moment I let go, I clearly knew that it was very difficult for the person who loved me the most in my life to come out of my sight. I pray silently for love every day. No one in my life has been so kind to me as you. What you can't refuse is the beginning. What can't be resisted is always the end. You, I am not the one who is allowed by God to live all my life. Being old is always unforgettable, as long as I remember that someone is kind to me all my life.

It's a little cold at night without you, and I can't remember to dress myself. Every drop of dew is covered with every chapter when we are in love, and every star remembers every smile when we are together. You say, you say, do you want me to forget you? I'm not afraid of loneliness, I'm not afraid of the night, I'm afraid I won't find you when I wake up in my dream. I am a lotus flower in the south of the Yangtze River. After listening to Sanskrit's humming, my heart was locked in the most beautiful moment. You're outside and I'm inside. You are not too early, but too late, too late …

The most beautiful scenery always refuses to stay for anyone, so I want to write an article, write my feelings, write my worries about loving me, write my injuries, bow down and write your name. Just yesterday, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai sang their last swan song, and Meng Jiangnu's tears in Wan Li Great Wall were just a topic after dinner. So, what have I experienced? The love that once made me cry more than my heartache, when I look back, it was just a dream of Conan, but I exhausted my last passion and struggled like a phoenix nirvana in this dying life, forgetting twilight and dynasty, spring flowers and autumn moon, forgetting, forgetting, I will never forget someone who is so kind to me in my life.