I never thought that such a scene would happen when we see each other again. Even if I have thought about possible scenarios countless times in my mind, I have never thought of such a scene. This is all a broken fate. No matter how bloody it is, it won't be like this. A peach blossom that is rare in life can be kept warm with great difficulty, but it no longer belongs to oneself. Sometimes I don't know whether I am waiting or really unwilling to have contact with anyone except him. It seems to be both, and it seems to be neither.
Intention: Even if you seem ordinary, you will definitely have a time that you are proud of