Everyone has a passing love that lingers in the heart, turning into strands of loneliness that no one can understand or untie... It is so warm that people can't help but recall it, and after the mist, there is a deeper and more endless melancholy. If we could be lucky enough to go back to that time, wouldn't there be less regret between you and me? And now I cherish every friendship around me with all my heart. Although it is no longer in vain to look back on the past, but - besides that, what else can I do? The person who taught me to cherish, where are you now? Can you see the traces of my changes for you? Maybe I can only say belatedly to you in a dream: I love you...