How I wish that time could go back to that drizzly afternoon, to the day when I just met you, going around in circles, but now I find that we can't go back. . . . . .
Origin, in the crowd, I see you. . . . . . Destiny, I saw you in the crowd.
However, you and I, who are young, still don't understand and cherish it!
We always like to constantly speculate on each other's mood, constantly suspect each other's thoughts, and then start to panic, start to worry about gains and losses, and start to blame ourselves for not doing well enough. However, the facts tell us that caring too much is the beginning of loss.