On such a night, listening to Hisaishi Joe's "First Love", in an article about first love, I thought of my first love, that beautiful and fruitless experience.
Sometimes I have to lament "fate". Fate and fate must depend on each other to stay together. We were born in the same year, the same month, the same day, have the same blood type, and were classmates for six years. After all, we didn't end up together. It was God's will, it was destined!