When I met that person at the age of sixteen, I thought it would be a lifetime. I try to be nice for him and become something I don't like, dreaming that one day he will also like me. Once I wake up from the dream, I stop missing you and cut off my delusions, and I will forget you in my past years. I'm still trying to manage my life and move forward. It's not you who is by my side after all, but this time I know who the person who should be by my side is.