The end of the story is that I stood in the distance and watched your back gradually disappearing into the crowd.
Looking at the dates recorded in the diary, I wrote down the day I met you, the day we met by chance, and the day you left.
Passing the corridor of your class, I subconsciously glanced at your classroom again
Wait until it's time for you to get out of school and walk on the road you often walk, looking back and looking forward to your appearance.
I was expecting that familiar figure to appear, but when I met it, I didn't dare to look up and walked past quickly.
Standing not far away, where you can't see me, I secretly look at you countless times
I used to be afraid that you wouldn't know, but now I'm afraid that you will know
Change the unknown story I want to tell you to
"Wish you good luck in your studies and exams!"
Purpose: Regrets are written into stories
