First of all, my writing is very limited and I cannot record everything I think. Moreover, what I think can only be what I think, which may be different from what you think. So, forgive me for what I think and write.
I haven't liked them for a long time. Strictly speaking, I started to pay attention to them after some incident, and then fell in love with them until they fell.
I don't know much about their past. This doesn't seem to hinder my liking.
After watching "Fleeting Time" and reading "The Splendor of a Moment", I felt ashamed, even ashamed. I can't write anything good, so I don't know if I'm qualified to say I like it.
But I wrote it anyway. Maybe it's to give yourself an unfinished dream. Good or bad is no longer important.