When I was 18 years old, he invited me to a party without seeing me twice.
At the age of 21, I thought we would never see each other again, but my departure was dragged out for a long time.
27 Years old, his voice is a bit ethereal on the radio waves, I am here, you are here, I am here.
I thought it should be him, but it's not him.
I thought it wasn't him, but it turned out to be only him.
"No matter how many days are left, I will spend them with you."
"Really? You're lying."
"Really. I'm not lying to you."
"... Well... Okay..."