Tell the story of the past when you thought you were a homebody. She once acted stupidly or stupidly and indirectly rejected a friend's love.
Maybe I naively thought that we were friends and I could open the door permanently but. . . . . . .
Hindsight is so terrible. So she could never forget him again.
That kind of habit was too lonely, and she was left alone on the stage without the ending. . .
Fortunately, it was a youthful time, but unfortunately it was a youthful time there.
The ambiguity we thought hurt many feelings, including the friendship we thought was unbreakable. . That was a piece of self-destruction. The process is painful, but the end result is that I want to get rid of this pain myself. . . .