Just accidental. . . Light brush strokes. . .

Unknowingly, it has been almost a year since you left me. My life is less happy without you. I lived stupidly all day long, unconsciously thinking about every moment we had spent together, including laughter, sadness, and joy. You left me and went to heaven alone. Where there is no sadness and sorrow, there is only happiness and joy. I still remember when I was a child, you were often at my house, and we played house together. You whispered in my ear that you would never marry anyone but me. I have never forgotten this sentence. Until we grow up and play together, we will not be afraid of it again. There is no warmth and no home. No matter how many things there are, we can only love each other now. No matter how much pain surrounds us, we will never shrink back. Let's work together and work hard to get through it. You said that you like to hear me sing and like me to talk in front of you, because my songs can make you happy and make you forget your sadness. Whenever we are together, you always lie in my arms and listen to me singing the songs you love. You also tell me to live a happy life. Baby, don't worry, don't be sad and live well with your mother over there. My thoughts about you are like the boundless sea that can't be seen at a glance. Whenever a shooting star glides across the sky, I will make you a wish for blessing. . .