The yellowed paper is the beginning of our past.
The chocolate box represents everything about us.
The unspeakable love cannot be said in the end, and you are not in the huge manor.
All things shall pass, and you shall take my love with you to the grave.
I believed you and said I was a psycho.
It's meant to be, isn't it?
The breeze brought the fallen leaves to my table, and the wind also revealed the taste of tiramisu.
Eat the desserts you like and watch the scenery you like.
You and I are young and inexperienced and do not understand those emotions. We are young, frivolous, self-righteous, and always feel that we are the best in the world.
Yes, we never bow our heads.
Without a picture of you, without any news from you, you are like the wind, blowing away everything from me.
——For the fool who loves chocolate the most
Purpose: To commemorate the uncherished feelings of youth