The boy I like, you are gone, on this drizzling night. I stood in the corner and watched you, watching you wave goodbye to them, and watching the unconcealable joy on your face. Yes, you left this school as you wished. This school cannot accommodate your ideals. I just smiled and watched you carrying your luggage in such a hurry. They saw me and pulled me into your sight. Then, you raised your eyes and saw me waving to you, and you said softly: "Goodbye." Well, goodbye.