I want to stand in your warmest memory because I feel sorry for your helplessness and hesitation. It's like a long dream, in which the flowers are still blooming, but when I wake up, it turns out that I'm outside the window. Will those who once regarded as life see each other again? Is anyone still thinking about such a thin and cool memory? Are you still standing in that familiar scenery, stopping to comment? I'd better give you my blessing on the street corner! I originally thought I could hold hands with you, but I found that even loving you is such a luxury. Our youth is so beautiful, but the cruel thing is that people will grow up. I wear a smiling face for you to see, just like before. Unfortunately, it is not you after all.