I will still think of you.
You should be somewhere in the future, living a life I don't know.
All I know about you are bits and pieces.
For example, what kind of food do you not like to eat? For example, what time do you go to bed? For example, do you have something bothering you and what do you do when you are upset?
I also know one thing, which I figured out later:
I like you not quite right.
I regard you as light. Take it as medicine. Think of it as the reason why you can't hold on any longer.
Forget that you are only fifteen years old. There are also a lot of homework to write, exams to take, and parents to talk about.
In my third year of junior high school, I finally figured this out.
I want to start from scratch and get to know you well.
What happened next?
Later...
Forget it.
Goodbye, Hang.
Treasure.
Intention: Thank you, sorry