I began to believe that if some people don't love you, they don't love you, and it has nothing to do with whether you are good or bad.
Later, I no longer fought for even a little bit of pity from you. After years of not being able to see it, I have given up my extravagant hopes.
You have been here in this life, and I am very satisfied.
Yes, unwilling. Just these three words.
After meeting you, I hated all weekends and holidays. Because it seems that after leaving school, there is no chance to meet you.