No one can compare to you, ever since that summer when I was sixteen and the cicadas were chirping
"That year when he repeated his studies, I sent him messages every day to encourage him not to give up. I wrote him several study plans as long as a screen. I really wanted him to study hard, but I was really sad and angry about his misfortune. I often fantasized about what would happen if he could go to the same school as me when I was tired. I would be happy for several days if I could ask him to go to the library. Later, he failed, and my wish also came true.
I have liked him my whole youth"
Concept: We are all the protagonists of our stories, but we are only the protagonists of our own stories