Knowing that you were with her, I lit a cigarette and didn't smoke.
When I first met you, my deer kept muttering and dancing. Every day I wanted to see the beauty of my dress. You wanted to pinch my face when nobody was around. You told me about your past experience. You said you should try to give me what you wanted and you too. Fighting hard for these things really felt like you had never changed in my life. My personality, my temper, pushed you farther and farther away from me until I realized my mistake. When I realized that you had left and met you again, there were more cigarettes around you.
When her cigarette burned out, I thought our story would come. Well, you have a good life. We often say that the past is not as good as smoke, but how many of the past will not go away? Now all the joys and sorrows are scattered and intertwined. One day, you will feel ordinary and ordinary. If I am ordinary, if you understand the goodbye tacitly, the forgetting of the tacit understanding is very rare.
We are selfish, so it is superfluous. Self-pity is a blessing in this world.