If you leave, you will not come back.

White snowflakes, floating and floating. The cold air blurs the line of sight. The memory of white is fixed when you are gone. A stubborn smile, bringing sorrow closer. I can't see it anymore, relying on the scene, holding it in my hand and telling the letter of separation. I am still here, where have you been, just want to remember, that beautiful past. White memory. In my mind, that humble one, I don’t want to forget.

Waiting for eight years, I hope you can come back, I know this is a naive idea, but this thought has never been erased from my heart.

There are many people who say that I and you are carved out of a mold. It’s very long, I heard this sentence. I will only smirk

Again. Back to my grandmother's house, the scrawny grandmother will always move a small stool and wait for me on the steps of the door. When I saw me, I smiled at me. When I turned around, she would cry, every time. She will treat me as you. I am so distressed by her. But don’t know what to say,

You opened me, knowing that you have tears to choose, although you can't bear it, but stubbornly looking for a new life.

Eight years ago. I'm still young. I don't know what love is. I don't have time to love you, and you haven't loved me yet, so it's over. I have only been with me for seven years. Just seven years. The rest of the way, let me go. Do you know how many stumbling blocks are there on the way? Stumbled, I can only climb up. There is no more comfort for you. I can only take the courageous hand and walk slowly through this path.

In Dad's locked drawer, there is a piece of yellow paper. It says our agreement.

"Mom, I love you forever."

Although I know. When you leave, you will not come back.

Third day: Lai Qianwen