Even if you only loved once in your life, you are already so bad. Why don't you continue to love? My life is a letter without a delivery address. Memories are like life played by actors. A burst of sadness came and I could hardly walk a step. It is a kind of sadness that makes the world fragmented and perfect at the same time. Recalling the past is a happy and sweet thing. Perhaps a lot of things, only lost can not go back, become fragments of memories, maybe our hearts will be touched.