To those who care about me

This evening, when I voted to elect outstanding members in the class, it may not matter to me a week ago, but now it is different. I will not say the reason, I did not tell anyone the reason.
The intense vote started. There were about 80 people in the class. Each person cast 6 votes, and the final result was that I had 29 votes, in addition to my own vote and 7 or 8 tickets, the other 20 tickets are voluntarily offered to me, if my personal abilities are well-deserved for what I did in my class, but I still did not feel sad, and I felt so happy, there are so many pictures from in freshman and sophomore year, which proves that there are still many people who care about me silently. Maybe I don't know your name, maybe I used to help you occasionally and tell you a few truth, but I feel very happy when you recognize my friend.
I am very busy in the studio every day and seldom play with my classmates. But there are so many people who care about me and trust me. I am so satisfied. I will write a short story here to express my gratitude.

Love story between a dog and a pig
In fact, the story was doomed to be a tragedy from the very beginning. There is a story in which I have her. Everything is just a beautiful fantasy, what do two people who do not really love each other rely on to maintain such a relationship?

Don't go back one step at a time

Even if they are separated, they must be more generous.

In fact, the ending is like this. The rest is just my own story...

After:
Pig is still
The puppy is also
Whether it's a pig or a dog
Or me and her

About us
It's just a story
A story that must end before it starts...

In fact, this is also life
Lonely life
Lonely life
With this beginning
This is the end...

I forgot my name when I think of a poem by Wang Guozhen.

I don't want to know if it will succeed
Now that you have selected a remote location
It's just a breeze

I don't want to think about winning love
Since I love Rose
Be brave enough to reveal sincerity

I don't want to think about whether there will be a cold rain behind me
Since the target is the horizon
The only thing left for the world is the back

I don't want to see whether the future is smooth or muddy.
As long as you love life
Everything is expected

Yes, everything... is expected...