It's a pity that I can't get into your heart no matter what.
The chance encounters that I worked so hard to create, the way I looked in your direction when we were gathering, and the entire handwritten diary are all my sincerity.
I remember your back, in the cafeteria, in the canteen, in the corridor, in my youth memories
You will always stand at the top of my heart and be imprinted on my teenage youth
Later, the notebook I wrote when I had a crush on him fell to dust.
"Are you just being cold to me?"
"Almost"
"Can we still be friends?"
"Yes"
Intention: be