I have a friend who was like an angel, and then she actually became an angel.
I liked a boy, I tried my best to pursue him, and then we broke up.
There was another boy who liked me, and later he was at the same table as me.
My memory is getting worse and worse, but I just don't want to forget them.
It is said that youth is a stumbling journey, but I want to go back to where I was.
Concept: Everyone is the protagonist of his own youth