In her sophomore year of high school, she met a boy. She thought he was very nice and could not be compared to anyone else. She thought he was a friend.
Later, he said to her: You are very annoying. She was sad and knew he was telling the truth.
In her senior year of high school, she understood that she liked him, but she didn't have the courage to confess.
After graduation, what I always recall is that the sun was shining that day and his smile was incredibly bright.
Intention: Thinking about the life of a girl secretly, only being sad alone