Prologue
I wrote this story simply so I wouldn't forget someone. Though we can never go back to the way things were, I still want to etch him into a corner of my heart, and let him drift away with the wind when my time comes.
Whether it was love, youthful innocence, or a rash decision no longer matters. What matters is that I once cared about him so much.
This... The pit is too deep. Sprinkle the soil quickly.
"My face doesn't turn red even when I tell lies." Isn't this sentence a reflection of me? "The sun is so bright. I realize for the first time that my dad is not the most hateful person, but the sun is the most hateful person." Are your parents so hateful? Finish it quickly.
Time has given us a lot, but it has also made us lose a lot. Only memories will not betray.