If I become a memory, will you feel sorry? I feel sorry for missing me... I really want to know the answer, but I am afraid to know it, because he does not love me, not before, not now, and never in the future. In his eyes, we can only be friends, friends who are too ordinary to be ordinary, and can never cross the unfathomable gap. I love you so much, but you hurt me so deeply. I thought I would hate you. However, when I finally reached the end of my life, I found that the person I needed most was still you...