There was a period of youth when she cried and he laughed.
There was a memory where he howled and she screamed.
Acquaintance is the beginning of all good things being stifled, she firmly believes.
Meeting is the beginning of the end of all nightmares, he firmly believes.
I only have one memory; we have countless memories.
The collision of youth and youth, in addition to sparks, there are countless sweet and sour tears.
If I meet you ten years later, I will remember you.
And, thank you.