He is a god bestowed upon me by heaven, and he used his life to depict the righteous indignation of the vast land and the ugliness of humanity.

He is a deity bestowed upon me by heaven, a being capable of melting the glaciers of my heart that have stood for years, a redemption that burns away all filth and nightmares. His eyes are clear as water, his heart as clear as a mirror; the gentleness in his arms holding me seems like a special embellishment prepared for me by fate. Every word and action of his reveals his love for me. Even the simplest words contain the answer I have longed for for so many years. As the setting sun quietly takes away his lingering shadow and afterglow, all that remains by my side are his uneven long hair and sideburns, accompanying me through countless days and nights.

He used his life to depict for me the ugliness and righteousness of humanity on this vast land, allowing me to see the light even in the darkness.

I've liked him for a long time, especially his nonchalant yet earnest way of doing things. I know that every move he makes, every subtle expression, easily touches my heart. Just being with him, even just watching his back from afar, gives me immense satisfaction. He always unintentionally plucks at my heartstrings, keeping that initial spark alive within me. It's his gentle words that have moved me, emboldening me to approach him again and again. I know I may be inferior to him in many ways, yet I'm willing to etch his name deep in my heart, never to be forgotten no matter how time flows. Just thinking of his name makes all the pain I've endured seem insignificant; he alone is the reason I persevere.

As scalding tears streamed down my cheeks, I knew there must be an unspeakable reason behind them. The tears flowed uncontrollably, each drop corroding my heart like sulfuric acid. Those memories, buried by time, could only become a pain I could never escape for the rest of my life. I knew I could never sever the one I longed for. Even if I fled to the ends of the earth, even if I drowned my sorrows in alcohol, I couldn't erase him from my life. Because I knew I simply couldn't, and didn't want to. No matter how much I deceived myself, my love for him could never be hidden.

Perhaps, there is no one else in this world who can treat their feelings for him as the most beautiful dream, without expecting a perfect ending.

I selfishly loved him, but I never wanted anyone else to feel the same way. I only wanted to be friends with him, quietly getting close to him, and even the slightest contact would bring me immense happiness. He probably didn't know that from the moment he entered my world, all my joys and sorrows belonged only to him.

My heart can only hold him. I believe he understands that he has always been the one in my heart—in the past, now, and for the rest of my life. I cannot ignore him, nor can I give him up, because that deep love has already taken root in my heart.

Amidst a sky full of stars and a vast ocean, I only want to roam with him. Only by his side is the world vibrant and full of warmth. His gentleness slowly melts my heart, and I know that one day I will be completely immersed in his tenderness. Even if the end is self-destruction, I am willing to be immersed in it. Because in his embrace, I feel the ultimate joy. Even if this joy is only fleeting, lasting only a minute, I hope it can linger a little longer.

I chased the clouds for eight hundred miles, only to receive a perfunctory answer. And after pursuing him for so long, when will I finally get the answer and the future I desire?

Did he know that on the day he came into my world, I had a premonition that my world would be completely changed? Therefore, I have always treated him with utmost care and gentleness, not daring to offend him in the slightest, for fear that if I turned around, he would become someone else's treasure.

I once saw him under a distant rainbow, enjoying fried chicken with relish, his face beaming with happiness. At that moment, a feeling of contentment welled up inside me. His smile was exactly what I longed to see. If I could, I would go to him and share that joy, so I could always be by his side, even if only as a friend.

Even heaven couldn't stop my love for him; this feeling can never be hidden or changed. From the moment I met him, I knew that one day I would suffer terribly from separation. I only ask for a moment of happiness to satisfy my extravagant desire. When the eternal pain arrives, I'm willing to tell myself with tears that losing him isn't a pity, at least I loved him passionately.

Perhaps it's been too long since we've been together; I'd almost forgotten that he was also a gentle person. I just can't believe I'll miss him so much after losing him. His voice, his smile, his words and actions are etched into my heart like a knife, making it impossible for me to forget that he truly existed in my life.

No amount of words of affection could compare to the pain of his departure. That heart-wrenching pain, like a surging river, flowed through every cell and vein in my body. I uncontrollably released my overwhelming love, finally breaking down in tears.

Does he still remember the moment I entered his world? Does he still remember the time we spent together? Don't say no. Because those shared memories cannot be pretended never happened. That's why we deceive ourselves by saying "it's all good," clearly liking each other, yet forced to separate because of our differences.

I'm sorry, I promised myself I would forget him, but I just can't. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, my emotions erupting uncontrollably. I can't learn to let go, I can't pretend that everything that happened never happened. I love him so much, but from now on, we can only be strangers.

Even if it means being shattered to pieces, I want to rush to him, protect him, and prevent him from suffering every single day. Seeing him cry, his tears seeping into my heart like sulfuric acid, makes me uncontrollably soft-hearted.

I prayed to the gods that we could be together. But the gods told me that what is not meant to be mine should not be forced. In the pitch-black darkness, I finally understood that the one I loved would never truly belong to me.

True friends should be like this: drifting away with the wind, without asking when they will return or where they will go. I only hope that one day I can linger in their hearts for a little longer. The wind has no fixed abode, so my affection for them will only be a fleeting infatuation, not forever.

I just don't want anyone else to have him and hurt him. Standing before him, the only one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him is me. I don't want him to get hurt. I love him so deeply, yet he pretends not to know. My heart aches for him, and I carefully hide him in my heart, unwilling to let anyone's actions wound him beyond repair.

You should know that in this world, no one loves him more than I do.

The sunlight shines through my heart, and the heat I feel is a rare warmth I once shared with him. If one day my heart forgets to beat, it must be because he has fallen in love with someone else. From now on, my heart will no longer beat for him; all that remains is endless sorrow.

I know I can't stop the grief, and I can't forget his face. His scolding and tenderness will only become a deadly poison for the rest of my life, and I will be poisoned by him alone for the rest of my life.

That humble dust has long since found its home, but I have lost the place I once cherished. Countless times I cried like a child, yearning for comfort, indulging in memories of those irretrievable times, of all the joys and sorrows I shared with him, and tearfully telling myself in bars that being pathetic is a taboo I must never touch again for the rest of my life.

How much must one endure to forget sorrow? How many people who don't belong to you must you love to pretend they never existed? Why do you always risk your life, unwilling to wake up and face reality? It turns out, it's just because I like him; I've been deceiving myself.

Repeated setbacks and missed opportunities were not enough to topple my self-deceiving little boat. What is most unforgettable is that self-righteousness and the obsession with never being satisfied.

The heart can never truly let go. If I could have a seven-second memory like a fish, how clean and efficient it would be to forget him.

Goodbye, I will never love you again. I don't want to deceive myself anymore, torturing myself in memories. People should move forward to see hope. So I hope he can be happy for the rest of his life without me. Don't stay up all night watching dramas or playing games when you're alone. Girls, crying and staying up late are the worst things to do, aren't they?