Affection became a joke.

I seem to be ill. What kind of illness? I think you've reached the extreme.

Summer has passed so fast that it's time to dress casually again. And my state is like wearing a down jacket in summer and shorts in autumn. I'm not fashionable here. Me, it's terrible.

How did I get here these nights? I forgot myself. I only know that I will cry, miss the good old days, go back and forth, and continue to cycle in my sleep until the next morning. It was not until I received your news that I realized that my feelings were just a joke. You once said those words to me in your newsletter, but on that day, the flowers on strangers really withered. That day, my friend and I shared a sentence from Haruki Murakami, "I seem to have said goodbye many times. I regard every time as a farewell, but we meet again and again. " Everyone has a forest, the lost people have been lost, and the people they meet will meet again. "I watched it again and again and felt that it should be put down. I hope I don't see you again. I want to see you again. That's the contradiction, I admit, I haven't put it down yet. I see you now, which is good. I have also filled countless harmonious and disharmonious pictures, but I am no longer the protagonist, I have become a spectator.

My feelings are a joke, which is hard to forget, but I will try my best.