Once, I had to bear the pain of having a crush on someone for 7 years without opening my mouth. When I finally decided to give up, when I was sad, I wondered why someone who understood me would appear. And this kind of encounter was both beautiful and wrong. Thank you to the former you for not giving me much hope. Thank you to the latter you for letting me experience disappointment in hope and hope in disappointment. After all, this cannot be called love. However, I experienced the pain of falling out of love. Is there anyone who can understand this kind of love?