Life in the senior year of high school is lonely, filled with papers, wrong questions, exams, scores, and empty eyes...
Fortunately, I have you, and by chance, I am by your side. I just do the papers with you, read the wrong questions, go to the exam, look at the scores, and look at each other's eyes that are no longer empty...
If senior year is a black hole of despair, then you are my light;
If the senior year of high school is an empty wheat field, then you are my watcher.
It's just destined to be separated, so why bother with a strange combination of circumstances?