Last night, I finally ate the ice-cream again.

The last time, I ate was..............so far away, whatever It tasted sweet.

Every things were from that ice-cream. My mind, my feel, my motion, etc.......

But the ice-cream i ate last night was sour.

I am not mean the taste, but the feeling.

Because the memories were also been eaten up.

I think it's enough to me. I was not perseverance but stubborn.

It 's time to end the match of patience.

The dream is over, and I wake up.