I am always nostalgic and reluctant to let go of my youth. Looking back over and over again, but looking at his back, I realize: In fact, what I can't let go is the youth he participated in, the days when my best friend was sitting in front and the person I liked was sitting on the left, and it was the bright and vivid myself.
In this story, it seems that none of us did anything wrong. This is how we reach the ending step by step.
Intention: Whether there is a day with him or not, it has the meaning of its existence