In a nightmare on a rainy night in late autumn, memories that had been buried for a long time emerged from the cocoon. It turned out that at that time, the relationship between you and me was so beautiful.
At that time, if I had held your outstretched hand, what would we be like now?
At that time, if you were willing to look back at me, what would we be like now?
If we were all a little less stubborn then, where would we be now?
At that time, if... There weren't that many ifs in the world, right.
Therefore, we can only ache for the past memory opened by this nightmare many years after the miserable school days ended in a hurry, and then watch it gradually fade into a shallow scar, and be buried in the depths of memory again.