Thinking back to that experience in the future, I thought, if I had not entered that billiards room, would I not have met him? If I had not met him, would I have avoided the bone-eroding pain? It was really regrettable.
If you don't love me, why do you want to provoke me? If you have provoked me, why do you want to let me go in the end?
The happiness I want is actually very simple, but why is it so difficult to get such a simple happiness?