I hate waiting for others to turn back. When I was waiting for others to turn around, many people passed by me, but you always asked me to wait. You always turned around after walking a long way, just turning around briefly. Later, the sky was bright and the sky was bright, the lights were bright, and the streets were deserted. I watched the precious night alone, no one knew, and you had already left.
Intention: Don't wait for anyone to leave