I always think of the past occasionally. I still mind seeing what he wrote. I haven't heard from him for a long time, and I always feel that something is missing. This is normal for me.

Memories of the past, dribs and drabs in the fundus gradually blurred. Finally, as tears spread, they evaporate in pores and humid air. Reach out and let the snow outside the window fall on your palm. It was cold in an instant, and then it disappeared a little. Sad laughter echoed in the snowy night sky. No response, no response. Not missing. I want to remember something through the barrier of snowflakes. Only to find that. In the end, I was not missed by anyone. This is more sad than loneliness.

I began to miss those scattered flowers, which were enchanting and gorgeous because of your departure, and accumulated into a solid and unspeakable love. The warmth that is gradually submerged. The dark undercurrent at the edge of the sky gradually became clear under the street lamp. I'm still wandering on the road, watching people come and go. They ignored my existence and silently passed me by. Occasionally someone smiles at me, but no one understands my loneliness. But no one I love is with someone who loves me. There is emptiness and unwillingness in my heart.