When we met for the first time, one was a rebellious little Gongju, and the other was a shy and quiet little beauty. So she approached him, teased him, then got attracted to him, and finally liked him. However, he avoided it, tolerated it, struggled, and still fell. Young love is always so desperate, but the chasm in personality always lies between them.
When they were young, they loved each other but didn't know it. They mistook love for liking. How sad. When he left, one was depressed and no longer as bright as before, while the other was too restrained and sharp, but was pure-hearted and stoic. Between the sparse shadows, there is no final conclusion as to who is right and who is wrong, who is right and who is wrong.
If I could see you again after so many years, how should I miss you with waving hands, tears and silence.