When you like someone, you are like the earth under your feet. It will bloom and grow, but it will also wither and dissipate.
If time has an answer, it should be forgetfulness.
Because even if people in the story later know the cause and effect, they understand those missed times. I just hope that when I understand, looking back is just an action and I will not continue to write the rest of the story.
Purpose: Live bravely.
