I can't bear to leave the operating room for an internship. I want to express my feelings with clockwork.

1. Those days reminded me not to forget, just quietly put them back in the book.

I remember that in my memory, countless novel plots came to my mind. But none of them could express their feelings at that time. I have to go, knowing that I don't want to go. The last hug that was no longer so perfect passed away in a hurry. Is it a pity or something? Who knows?

3. Looking at the blue sky, will there be angels?