In the vast sea of people, everyone's existence is so insignificant. You and I are just a drop in the ocean among all living beings. It is so difficult to meet. Even if there is a trace of evil fate that allows us to meet, before we can hold hands, the moment our eyes meet, they have been washed away and carried by the flow of people in the opposite direction. You desperately want to look back and take another look, but it is difficult to find the trace of the other person, not even the back. So we moved forward like this, and the young man's footsteps never stopped. After years and months, all the memories of laughter, crying, sweetness and bitterness have blossomed.
The author is a psychopath and a severe procrastinator. :) This is a self-entertainment work, there may be some surprises, so please proceed with caution. There are opinions raised.