I wish there was no end to that road, and I could accompany you all the way. But the road is the road after all, there will be its end in the end, people are people after all, and there will be her destination in the end.

"Time flies!"

"Yes! The target sense, in a flash, passed. ”

"I'm going to have class soon, so I don't know if I'll get used to it by then."

"Do what you have to do."

"Hmm"

It seems like I've been saying this all the time, but I've never been able to do it.

"Are you having fun over here?"

"It's fine."

Just when I was answering fine, the faint voice suddenly sounded in my head again: Everything started to be beautiful, please forget about it. The sound was like a curse in my life, and I couldn't get rid of it.

"Why did you stop?"

"I just broke my foot."

"Does it matter?"

"It's okay, let's go on!"

As we walked, it suddenly started to rain, and it seemed to want to block us in the way so that I could spend more time with you, but unfortunately you brought an umbrella that day.

I helped you hold the umbrella and slowly walk on the way back, and soon we came to the crossroads where we had eaten barbecue, and all kinds of things in the past were like movies all of a sudden, replayed in my mind, those beautiful things can only be memories now, and the beauty of the present will become memories in the future.

"Memory"

I do my best,

Go and forget you.

I thought the time,

Able to heal me.

But there are some things,

I really can't give it up.

memory

What a wonderful thing it is,

It can get people out of hell in an instant.

memory

How infuriating it is,

It always turns everything into what it once was.

I didn't know I was in heaven,

Or in hell.

I didn't know what I wanted was the real you,

Or is it just a memory that has yours.

Even if it's a memory,

As long as there is you,

This life is enough.

There are no traffic lights at night, and there is no such interesting scene as it used to be.

I remember one time when I was taking you home, we ran a red light, and then we turned around from the other side of the road and walked all over again, and the pedestrians on the road were looking at us.

But how can people turn back, just like running a red light is running a red light, even if you turn around and walk again, you can't erase the record of running a red light.

You have appeared in my life, you have appeared, I can't forget it, I can't forget it, why should I forget!

At this time, the mantra sounded in my head again: everything started to be good, please forget about it.

"Why did you stop again? Isn't it another stumbling foot? ”

"Am I that stupid! Is it true that eating a trench and growing wisdom only applies to you? ”

"Why did you stop?"

"I'm tired and want to rest for a while."

"Then let's go over there and sit down for a while!"

With that, we sat down in a clean place over there.

I'm not tired, I'll never be tired by your side, I just want to stall, I just want to see you a few more times. Let you inject me with more fresh energy, and when I am tired, use the momentum I have reserved, and continue to move forward.

"Have you rested?"

"Let's go!"

Soon, I came to that familiar place again, and that familiar scene appeared again.

"You turn your phone on, I'll call you."

"My phone is dead."

"So, you go up, turn on the lights of the house on this side of the street, and when you see the lights are on, I'll go again."

"Hmm"

With that, you go upstairs, it's a long process for me, but it's only a matter of three or two minutes for you.

Seeing that the lights are on, I haven't left yet, and I want to make sure it's you. You seem to hear me, you open the window and wave at me.

I relieved myself and gestured back to you. I'll leave when you've closed the window, and I know we're running out of opportunities to see each other.

Because your mom is coming back, and you're about to go to class.

For the next two days, you didn't come. I always felt as if something was missing from me, and I spent almost all day lying on a straw mat behind the warehouse, like a dead man.