Sad? Wu Hua: Love words are ruined, untouchable love, wounds become songs, monologues break up, and the breakup is not memorable. I just want to love you, ghosting, and the farthest tank. If I am a memory, I say that I love the back, you are not my graduation, the sea: the old man and the sea, your promise, the silent king: grace, no future. Don't be too sad, relax!