The starting point of the story comes from me, and the ending point is unknown. In the memory you know, I love you deeply, but in the world you don't know, it's me who suffers from human suffering. It started seven years ago, and I officially got to know you again seven years later. How are you? I seem to have a boyfriend, and you seem to have officially started to add me to your world. The relationship between you and me, the test of love and persistence, seven years to now, a story has been told, seven years have begun, will I be brave enough to like you again. It's easy to love someone, and it's very happy to be loved. When I grew up, I didn't have the courage, and when I grew up, you didn't take the initiative to mention your love. There is nothing wrong with liking someone. Having liked someone is the greatest favor I have for you.