Maybe later on, I fell in love with you until it became a habit, because I was so close to you for three years but couldn't get it, because I worship the strong and no one is better than you in my heart, and it's because I always have a trace of fantasy. Even though the last time we met was during the winter vacation three years ago, and the last face-to-face communication dates back to junior high school, you are still the person who appears most often in my dreams. The happy enemy is talking about us who were at the same table seven years ago, and the match made in heaven is talking about you and her now.