Memory is that everyone is unique. Recalling the past, who left traces on whose heart, and who weathered the memory and turned into stone for whom?
An exclusive memory of boys and girls in high school.
When the sarcophagus that had been sealed for many years was opened, a vague feeling like love but not love spread.
Friendship or love, affectionate or ruthless?
I just hope that I can remember the last moment and don't forget it.