That year, you said you wanted to find a girlfriend; that year, I said you wanted to be single; that year, we happened to meet. You don't smoke, drink, go to bars, or play ball. It seems that you don't like anything boys like to do. In everyone's eyes, you are a weirdo, a weirdo who doesn't fit in with others. But you are so strange that I fell in love at first sight. I started the journey of a woman chasing a man. Every day, I care about you with warm words, flirt with love words, and be seduced by beauty. Finally, you prostrate yourself under my pomegranate skirt. Not all love has good results, and there are also many things that cannot be controlled. I often think that our meeting was so magical, our love was so sweet, and even the final parting was so idol drama. When a couple breaks up, letting go may be the best result for each other, but how can they be friends again after they have truly loved each other? Even if they look at each other again, they want to be friends again!