In that era when ambiguity was prevalent, I also tasted the sweet and sour taste, and the vague feeling was addictive. You have taken 99 steps for me, but I dare not take one step. I said I like you, maybe I appreciated it at the time, but later it became a habit. I didn't expect it, and I have been used to it for six years. Maybe it's because I'm lazy, and it's probably because I'm too lazy to change "the person I like". Maybe it's because I'm unwilling to not be able to write our story with you. Maybe it's because I'm afraid. I'm afraid that possession is the beginning of loss. Some people say that first love is as delicate as the breeze. I want to write down my memory about you and then forget about you. May I not think of you when the breeze blows again.