Is there really a god in the world?
My friends told me that if it could make me feel better, then there would be a God in this world.
That autumn was bleak, but what people remember is the boy carrying a schoolbag under the sun.
People always grow up with regrets. Only those who speak bravely will not lose their imagination in the end.
I regret it.
If the outcome cannot be changed, then we have nothing to fear.
(To commemorate the real incident, it has been slightly modified to make up for my regrets. I hope everyone will not be like me and be a coward in love.)
Intention: Don't leave any regrets