In my memory, perhaps the saddest thing is not looking at your back on the way home from school in the dark night, but that you smiled and whispered to me on a rainy day, and I acted out the cover-up of love into a grand scam.
In the past, perhaps the most ridiculous thing is not that I desperately chased the passing time from the corner of my eyes, but that in the end, you were the best confidant to me.
Slightly sadistic, sweet, youthful and humorous.
We will eventually get used to being left out, and we will eventually get used to not being left out.