Last night I had a dream. I dreamt of my high school teacher speaking eloquently, of us growing up, of us falling in love, getting hurt, crying, laughing…

Later you said you were getting married, and I chased after you to ask why?

Then I woke up with a start, and after waking up, I wanted to go back to that dream, tossing and turning all night.

I didn’t return to my original sleeping position until the moon quietly veiled itself. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried to fall asleep, I still couldn’t see the ending.

As December drew to a close, I immersed myself in silence, devoid of sorrow, joy, hatred, emotion, or indignation…

I’m afraid of your leaving, yet I understand better than anyone why you want to leave.

After you left, we can no longer sit at some intersection watching handsome guys, we can no longer slurp down our drinks while grabbing greasy wings and munching on them, and we can no longer act like kids and go crazy.

I will cherish every moment of my youthful days, those innocent and naive times.

Watching you grow from naive to mature, all I want to say is that I will always wish you well.

At this turning point in your life, I hope that ahead of you will be a road full of flowers, a sky of deep blue without clouds, and by your side, a lover with whom you can spend your life.

Sitting in front of the computer, my fingers are ice-cold. Now even you’ve married someone else, and I’m still drifting aimlessly, with no one to rely on.

I think if there really were an apocalypse, I would probably be the most unwilling to accept it!

She has never worn a white wedding dress for anyone, nor has she ever had a partner to grow old with.

Actually, I don’t have very high requirements for my other half. Someone with a relatively stable lifestyle, not too short-tempered, not prone to using internet slang or constant profanity, and most importantly, someone I can spend my life with.

In today’s society, how many people can find someone they are determined to spend their whole life with?

I originally hoped to experience love at first sight once, and if someone could make me forget the past, then she could very well be my future.

But if it weren’t for our mutual efforts, would there still be a future for me? I’m afraid it would just be another painful blow to my heart.

A mark of infatuation is dented in the heart, and time will slowly fill it in, preventing the dent from deepening and becoming an unspeakable imprint, a kind of lovesickness.

Am I starting to stray from the center again?

What I really want to say is that even if you already have someone to shelter you from the storm, I will still be the same person. I will still be the one you can cry in front of when you are wronged, the one you can come to when you are in trouble, and the one who can share your joy when you are happy.

I will always be the one who warms your hands in winter!