In the summer of 1998, I fell in love. Her name is Wei, quiet and elegant, delicate and sensitive. Most of the time I look a little thick. I think it’s these personalities that make us lose harmony. I can’t understand what she says. You know elegance by listening to the piano. I can’t reach such a state, so Wei left me without complaint. It’s not her fault. But I can not get out, I lost in the once romantic, I love her too much. And because I love her, so So I can’t give it to her. I hope someone can.