One tries to be with a completely different person to erase the traces of the other person in his life; the other seems to have long accepted that he will fall in love with similar people countless times.
Perhaps our story should be said this way: not from strangers to strangers, but from the most familiar comrades to a wound that cannot be touched by each other. It hurts when we touch it and makes us sad when we think about it. I have met many people, but they are still not as good as you when I was young. I was amazed at the first sight and fell into disgrace at the second. I wish you happiness for the rest of your life, and I wish us each to retreat tacitly.
I ran away again and again. I always felt that as long as we never met each other again, or even broke up without meeting, our story would remain unfinished. But I didn't expect that one day I would come to put an end to our story. I wish you have someone who loves you and chooses you firmly for the rest of your life, who will love you and protect you.
I always feel that I am cold-hearted and have no interest in all living creatures around me. Until someone's stalking can change my decision to ask me, until there is someone who can accurately grasp my emotions, I think I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit that I seem to like her. I wish you the rest of my life.
Concept: A memory about youth, a bet about the future