There is a period of youth that is persistent and crazy. We are not limited to love, but more memories are like the sun hidden in ashes.
They came from the crowds of people, passed each other, and left in a hurry.
Kapibala style lazy female protagonist × sunset-like broken male protagonist
The ending is BE, please be careful when entering
Intention: There are no regrets in life, only unfinished ideals. Maybe we are too young to understand the weight of life. When we look back, we cannot empathize with ourselves who were once obsessed to the point of madness.
But if I do it again, I will still make the same choice as before.