When you pick up that yellowed old photo again, will you still think of the best memories of that summer?
The place that contained our three years of joy is still there, but there are new juniors and juniors. The dormitory that was once considered the best hiding place is still there, but we are no longer living there. The leaves in the quiet path are still falling, but there are fewer people counting the fallen leaves...
Where are you doing well? Do you still remember the boy you were? I want to know more about you.
Yes, I regret it. If only I had retained you. Even if I just said those words deep in my heart, our ending might have changed...