Ever since you died, I've been sleeping with you every day.

I always go to bed late. I'm always thinking about you quietly in the middle of the night. Start with the first details we recognize and slowly relive the lives we once had.

Because the reunion is short and the parting is long, I only dare to think about you a little, a little, a little, a little bit every day.

When I think of a sweet place, or a sad place, I tell myself, "This is the end of the day, the end of the day." I would say to myself, "Leave the rest for tomorrow." ”

I carefully let them trickle little by little so that they can fill the rest of their lives for a longer period of time.

So, it's a great luxury to write this story. I have never been so indulgent in my squandering and waste.

For a long time after you died, I was seriously ill.

During that time, I was addicted to sleeping. I slept whenever I could. I slept and slept again. I just woke up and went back to sleep.

I lay on the bed like a corpse and didn't want to get up. I don't even want to open my eyes.

I don't want to face a world without you. But I can only express it in the way of sleep. I can't express anything, I can only express the desire to follow you by sleeping.

I'm afraid of every festival. I'm afraid of Qingming. I'm afraid of the Mid-Autumn Festival. I'm scared of the New Year. I'm scared of Valentine's Day.

I don't know how many times I dreamed of the rock in the middle of the Blackwater River, of the amulet that fell from your blood-soaked neck, of the loaded military vehicle, and of the burning sun in the eyes of the driver standing on the pedals.

Then, I couldn't fall asleep again.

I sat in the dark. I sat trembling in the dark.

The moonlight outside the window sometimes shines on me through the curtains.

I felt like the head and foot of the bed were full of vultures. They looked at me with gloomy eyes.

Sometimes, I would get up and look at the building opposite. Look at the dark balconies and black windows. There will never be a flashlight of a flashlight on me again. No more harmonica sounds drifting into my window with the night wind.

There is only eternal darkness and silence, which cannot be broken.

Compared with the pain of that time, the pain of the present time is really nothing.

Really, it's nothing.

We've all been through so much pain, we just don't remember. We can actually bear all kinds of suffering, in all degrees, but, we don't know, we can bear it.

In fact, just like when you were on the Jade Pillar Ice Peak, there are roads under all the roads.

It's just that these roads are all prepared for the brave.

Only the brave can embark on these paths.

We have never lacked a road, we just lacked indomitable bravery.

The brave, in itself, is the road.