我因该会孤独的老死。 可能要自己找可疗养院。 可能不用，反正也没有想要活多久。 我真的很累了。。。
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I was once his yellow— the one who brightened his day, the warmth in his mornings, the glow in his skies. But like seasons, everything changed. Now, I’m just a memory, a chapter he no longer re-reads, a warmth he no longer seeks. I wonder if he even remembers— the way we used to laugh, the way I once colored his world, or if I’ve faded completely like a sunset he never stayed to watch. - - - - - - - - - 010225