At noon on October 3, it was sunny

I arrived at the street in the photo, it was indeed as beautiful as I imagined, I couldn't open my eyes in the dazzling sun, I sat on a bench in the center of the street, but unfortunately the crowd was too noisy, I couldn't see you at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Maybe this was a beautiful misunderstanding, you are not in this city at all, I should not have come to you at all.

I walked from one end of the street to the other end of the street, fantasizing that I could meet you, even if it was just your back, but unfortunately I didn't.

Maybe you're like the crowd here, going to another city to take advantage of the leisure.

Should I keep waiting? Waiting for you to come back, no, you will definitely come back.

On the evening of October 3, it rained lightly

Even the sky laughed at me for being stupid, so it rained lightly and drove me back.

But I can't, I have to wait for you, I have to tell you to your face, how much I like you.

You are my medicine, how can I give up easily, I must wait for you.

4 October, moderate rain

I finally got the exact news of you from your friends, and although the process was not as easy as I thought, they laughed at me and even mocked me, but it was not a problem compared to finding you.

But why? Why do your colleagues in your unit say that you have left your job a long time ago? Why is it like this every time, it gives me hope and immediately disappoints me.

I asked them where you were going, and they laughed weirdly, and they must be jealous of you, of your beauty, of your abilities.

But where are you? What should I do? Disgraced and desperate to go back? Still angry, willing, and hopeful?

October 5th, cloudy

The sky was overcast like my mood right now, there was no sun, even though it seemed calm.

I finally decided to wait for you. I soaked to your former address, and the door was opened by a middle-aged man in his forties, who spoke very rudely.

I inquired about you, and he told me that I had no comment, and when I asked, he yelled at me and asked me about my relationship with you.

Oh, my relationship with you, I with you, I like you, but what about you? Have you ever liked me? Or rather, do you know there's such a thing I like about you? So desperate to like you, you know?

Eventually, I got back to square one with your message, and I went back to the hotel with a sad face to get my travel bag back.

I'm at the end of my rope and I don't have enough money in my wallet to pay for tonight, and I think I'll probably be sleeping on the streets tonight or spending the night at KFC.

Since I decided to wait for you, it must be impossible to go back, so I still need a job, a job that will support me until I wait for you.

I think you'll definitely come back, because you're such a nostalgic person, so it's impossible for you to let go of the memories of this period of life.

And all I'm going to do is wait for you here, wait until you come back, and tell you how much I like you.

Then I will be liberated.

I am terminally ill and think about you all the time, and even look at the back of you coming and going on the street.

I miss you, where the hell are you? If God has eyes, can you let me meet you, even if it's only for two or three minutes, I don't expect you to like me too, at least let me meet you and tell you that I like you.