At that time, I vowed to be with her forever, but now I live in different places in the same city because of her willfulness and my stubborn temper. Sometimes I seem to have forgotten her, but every time I sit alone in a quiet night, her image and voice come back to me. I will think quietly, if only we didn’t break up. At this time, I always reluctantly find that I still love her, and will never forget her. I have vowed, my first time to pay, let me forget.