They say that if you never forget something, there will eventually be an echo.
But my thoughts will never be forgotten, can you respond to me?
It is said that getting to know each other is a kind of fate. I think it is probably a bad fate between us, at least for me.
Those memories cannot be escaped or forgotten.
What is my salvation, I think, at least until you show up.
About youth, about friendship, about love, about you and me.