The year we first met, he was seventeen and he was eighteen.
The moment we first met, he didn't pay attention to him, but he silently said in his heart that I must become friends with him.
However, the days together were finally stored in memory. Until the moment he left, he still didn't understand what he was thinking. They are best friends, and they have the best memories of being "friends" with each other.
So many years later, after being tempered and washed away, he wrapped himself tightly in a box that did not allow anyone to pry into it. At that time, he realized that he could no longer leave him...