I plan to marry you after graduation.
Then we formed a warm little family in this city.
You eat the home-cooked meal I cooked for you, and we talk to each other, understand each other, comfort each other, and support each other.
When we get older, we can go for a walk after dinner. When we are tired, I will lean on your shoulder. It seems that we are still the same as when we were in love, without too many changes.
Is even this idea a fairy tale?
That reality must be so hard.