I said: "It doesn't matter, there is plenty of time, anyway, we have a long time to come." I often wonder, if I had been braver, would we be strangers now, or would I have held your hand and walked together on the road at dusk? I have a belated liking, and I have liked it quietly for a long time. Even now, I still don't want to admit it, just like I won't be sad if I don't like it. I said: "I will send you a copy every day from now on, one written for you every day." I think my love for you is about 4,000 words today, although I have never sent it to you again. There is no literary talent, the story is plain and straightforward, the story may be a bit mixed, but it also covers my eight years. The past has been miserable. I am really lucky to meet you.
Purpose: Leave a mark for the regret that has not yet found the ending