I'm here to painfully record the 7 months we've had.
We loved deeply, loved to the extreme, but we had to let go because real life was too cruel.
Just now a little girl had been standing by my side looking at me, as if to say to me: "Leave me, leave me".
I don't know what the future holds? Pain should be with me from now on, or let it become a pain point.
Goodbye, my love. For the second half of your life, you have to be well.
