We used to be young and ignorant, and we didn't know how to seize and cherish what is in front of us.
Therefore, the present becomes the past, and the past becomes clouds and smoke.
My love is humble, and I live a humble life.
Self-blame, pain, and guilt linger around me day and night.
University is a new beginning for me.
However, fate has made our emotions intertwined again, making it indissoluble.
The first time I met the senior, it was just a hazy glance in the afternoon, and I didn't get to know him until we met again.
When I returned from childhood, I let this somewhat hazy feeling hide quietly.