Once upon a time, they walked hand in hand through the glorious flower season.
Eight years later, when we meet again, there is no sadness or regret, only endless nostalgia.
This is not a pity.
The first one you encounter may be the best, but it may not be the most suitable.
One day the person who belongs to you will cross the vast sea of people, come to your side, hold your hand, and walk with you into the future.