I don't know how to describe him. The memories he gave me are many and complicated. My heart throbbed countless times with the words of "like" on my lips. But no matter what, he has indeed become a dazzling presence in my memory. The scattered fragments recorded in the essay are my compilation of that memory. What a beautiful dream it must be. How I wish it could really happen. How feeble I hope it can come true.
What a pity
Things always go against your wishes
We can't change God's destiny, I became a coward
It doesn't matter if you are a coward, a coward will not break the rules, a coward will not be disappointed, a coward will not try
A coward accomplishes nothing, a coward hides
But a coward will always be bold enough to like you, perhaps without anyone knowing.
Intention: Give yourself an explanation and an ending