If those past are not worth mentioning to you, I think my youth is over.
I want to let go of these four years, but time is like a naughty child. Whenever I am about to forget you, a memory comes to my mind.
Whenever I open the diary that was almost thrown away, your image involuntarily breaks into my mind. Why can't I get rid of it?
Why are you glowing when you are unconsciously seen out of the corner of your eye when you meet someone by chance again and again?
I wonder if you have ever intentionally created a chance encounter?
I miss us then
I feel at a loss when facing the person I like, but
We all mistaken good feelings for likes
This isn't love, this isn't even friendship.
I like you, this sentence came to my mind unconsciously
I have declared my joy to you countless times in other ways
But it seems to have disturbed you...
If everything could go back to that summer
I think you should be like a stranger to me
After all, that time was so happy that it made people sad
Thanks to you, I am typing these words now
record my youth
Just let my youth
Leave with this novel
Intention: Missing youth and feeling love