How many feelings can be wasted by time, until one day those expectant eyes no longer follow his back, one day no one is angry at night after a hangover, one day no one feels sorry for his stomachache after smoking, one day the girl who has been with him throughout his youth suddenly disappears...
If he changes, will she come back?
The sycamore flowers will bloom again after they fall, and spring will come again after they fall. Will that girl come back?