Talk about the mood of the person you love.

Perhaps it will be such a struggle and helplessness: once so warm and happy, once so tacit.

Your world is wonderful and sweet because of him, and his sky is sunny because of you. So many happy memories, so many days full of thoughts and worries, how can you bear to give up when you say give up? I still want to share it with him when I am happy.

It's cold, but you still can't help caring about him. Once chat records, once text messages and emails, have become precious materials for you to recall the past.

You watched it over and over again, laughing and crying, indulging in old memories with your feelings at that time. Bite one's teeth and stamp one's foot, drag him into the blacklist, delete all records and disappear into each other's lives.

I will never see his head light up again, I will never hear from him again, and I will never have more words to remind you whether you are happy or sad. Everything is left to time.

Love will make people forget time, and time will make people forget love. As the hour hand turns round and round, the pages of the calendar are torn off, it will gradually fade out of your memory, and your heart seems to be healing slowly.