Among all living beings, we are not extraordinary enough, nor mediocre enough; nor precocious enough, nor slow enough; our lives are not smooth enough, nor troubled enough. Like all people who grow up with age, we occasionally struggle, occasionally rebel, occasionally have distracting thoughts, and occasionally feel sorry for ourselves, and together with other living beings, we achieve similar but different lives within the time allowed.
In this kind of life, we meet and get to know each other, and until the end, we are either together or missing each other.
Fate has dispersed, time has passed, and you have finally become the person in my diary that I cannot remember unless I flip through it, and once I flip through it, I am out of control...