I never thought that there would be short-term happiness even when we pass each other by. But I was wrong. Because of my encounter with them, I discovered that passing by them is really fleeting. Why is this such a heart-wrenching regret? I want to throw it away in a forgotten corner, but I can't bear to pick it up again. Why in those legendary youth years, when I think back on those bitter past events, I truly understand who is my Pretty boy - my favorite...