The boy who passed by me three times in my life finally disappeared into the sea of people. I often wonder, if I had dialed that number, or looked back and said hello on that stairwell, or if I had bravely taken that step during the last period of cheering for the college entrance examination students, would we have had different results, at least we wouldn't have to mourn like we do now...
Intention: Miss that beautiful spring, that boy