"I didn't sleep last night I was thinking about you, I wanted to go to you again, I wanted to hug you, I felt your temperature, even if I separated, I had to tell you that I love you! I'm not what you think. Remember our conversation? I said that my wish is that we can still come together, I don't think I will do this to others, we have come such a long way together, and now we have to go on our own, I don't know how to face life, but I think I will adapt, you said that you also hope that we can still come together, I don't know if this means that you still love me! I think no matter what happens in the future, you are the most loved person in my life, and as I said, I will support your choice, maybe we really need to be separated from each other for a while to calm down, I will wait here!

There are a lot of things I can't understand, do you think we didn't even do friends when we were separated? If not, if you have time, call me, don't you feel like you have nothing to say when you pick up the phone? If there is anything that needs to be seen by me, I will do my best. Remember your diary? I slept with her in my arms without you, do you remember the payment of each of your diaries? But now I don't dare to look at her, I'm afraid that my tears will wet your words again, I've cried, my heart has hurt, I have to live tomorrow, I will give myself a reason to face it, don't worry!

You say you don't miss me, if you love me, I know how you feel when you say that!! I'm sorry, I hope you forgive me for my mistakes, although I don't have the opportunity to correct it, but I hope that in the future we can all have a new start and give each other a new life, you will always be my theme!!

Yang, your hands and feet are very cold in winter, pay attention to keep warm, don't always treat yourself, you know that not only one person is worried about you! I will come here when I think of you, and when you miss me? Will you still think of me? Am I going to disappear from your life? Will you ever go back to Shijiazhuang? Will you come back and share your life with me? Will you still listen to my troubles? Do you still think I don't trust you? Will you still be with me? In fact, I love you but hate myself for not being able to give you the happiness I want to give you!

Go your own way, since you have chosen, I will always support you, we all have to look like this! There's so much more I won't say............

Will you go back to Shijiazhuang? ”

I e-mailed everything I wanted to say to Yang, sent a lot of letters, I don't know if she can see it, I think it is necessary for me to send it, at least I can give myself a place to confide, at least I can say what I think, although I hope to be able to save something, but this and that can be my decision, I still decided to forget everything after I have done what I should do, what should be done and what should not be done? I couldn't figure it out either, so I got carried away. This is perhaps the most chaotic state after a broken love, lovelorn syndrome.

"The white flowers in the palms of the hands,

It's a city without you.

I have come to believe that what fate has given us is a period of encounter and separation.

Because we are flowers falling in the wind. Bloom for the sake of withering.

But your slender fingers still seem to be wrapped around me.

I feel the warmth of the skin. and your promises.

Your eyes are like a tidal wave that covers me.

It's been a long time. There was no place for us to stay.

The raindrops in the night hit the face coldly.

Parting in a vague time.

You lean over gently. Gently.

I just want to bloom like a flower in the palm of your hand.

Pure white. Fragrant.

It is also silent and sorrowful.

It's okay for you to bloom for a moment.

You can see it.

You can see my purity and my dullness.

In the dark, you see the girl in a splendid dress.

For the beauty of narcissism, and alone.

You sang a song to her. Your singing voice is lonely.

Every parting is a person without tears.

What we leave to each other is the sound of the wind.

I just want your calm and warm hands.

Hold me tightly.

Even if we say goodbye.

The moment you let go of me.

The despair I felt again.

You make me a simple happy girl.

It is a pure white flower.

Briefly brightened in the shadows of time.

We met and then parted.

Our fierce and decadent promises.

Love disillusions us again and again.

But at this moment, your hand is holding me.

In the crowd, I am your fragile and white girl.

Your little darling.

When you leaned over and kissed me by the hair,

Smile gently and helplessly at you.

Did I tell you,

I like the way you are silent.

Calm and intense.

Obsessive and decadent.

Here's our way.

Who else understands you like I do.

Or know me like you.

It's a city without you.

Without your smile and eyes.

I'm used to squinting in the sun and missing you.

It is customary to write a letter to you when it rains.

Get used to a simple and quiet life.

Get used to waiting for your long-distance calls late at night.

In this city, I am a wandering and wandering fish.

Live in the crystal clear water of my imagination.

Lonely and beautiful.

Never had the luxury of ever going so far.

I don't believe it will last so long.

In the crowd, you held my hand.

You are a gentle and plain man. You are determined.

You know I believe in you.

Trust in your tenderness. Your pain.

Believe it all.

The promise you gave me.

You want to give me a long and forever life.

If I could be like a flower,

Die in the palm of your hand in white.

Or die in my silent disillusionment. ”

Long after he disappeared, Yo replied to me with such an e-mail saying something like this. This was the only answer she gave me, but I couldn't see any answer, and then disappeared without a trace, I only knew that she was in the city that made me heartbroken, and I didn't know anything else, I was a failure, could it be that this was also the arrangement of fate.

It's gone, and I'm not going to love anymore.