[Adapted from the author's personal experience + be literature field + campus | Realistic crush for eleven years, the author has let go]
"That year when the apricot blossoms rained lightly, you said you were your sweetheart"
When we first met, you said we were friends. Later, we talked about everything, and then we had nothing to say.
My name has become a past thing you don't want to mention
Intention: Fucao