If your clothes are white, I will protect you from the wind.
Maybe everyone will go to high school, but you don't know that he is the person you will meet. Maybe, this is the so-called fate? Does getting together mean a better parting, or is it just waiting for that sentence, those three words.
August 15th, that was the first time we met. . .
"Why are you so stupid?"
"I'm just 'stupid'!"