She is a coward in love, but having a crush on her is the bravest thing in her life.
She couldn't tell him that she liked him. He promised her a lot of "next time". Even though she knew it might be a joke to him, she still remembered it for the rest of her life.
She also promised herself that she would tell him that she liked him personally in the next life.
She clearly remembered that in the end she watched her beloved boy slowly fall in love with another girl, and she was indifferent; she watched him slowly enter the wedding hall with another girl, her face was expressionless; she watched the boy she liked getting farther and farther away from her, and she never dared to say "I like you."
She remembered watching him put on a ring and make a promise for her, and finally she lost her mind and rushed out of the scene, standing alone on the side of the road, listening to herself sobbing: "I'm not even qualified to be a substitute, how could I not envy her."
Even if the intersecting lines have intersected, they will eventually go in their own directions. Their ending never changed in any way because of that small intersection.
The rain wet her face, leaving tears mixed with the rain.
There will always be someone who will accompany you on my behalf, blow the sea breeze with you on my behalf, like you on my behalf, listen to your plans for the future on my behalf, and enjoy your "definitely next time" on my behalf.
Intention: The future will be great
