The two are just right: after nearly five years, the song played in the car by that idiot was very childish in terms of lyrics and melody. He met her confused eyes and explained, "Songs from my favorite band now."
She deeply felt the helplessness of having nothing to say, and she didn't know whether to blame these two fools for not improving over the years, or whether she should blame herself for overthinking. The only one she had been thinking about for so many years was really herself, and she silently cursed her stupidity in her heart.
Intention: Just some stories