First person, a story about broken relationships but not reconciliation, a rift between friendships, and a wishful thinking about pursuing his wife in the crematorium.
Late at night, I remembered your name in a daze, but found that I had not mentioned you to anyone for a long time. When you mention it again, should you say "my friend" or "my classmate".
The protagonist is not perfect, including but not limited to being paranoid, sensitive and having a glassy heart~
A ruthless man who doesn't talk much but has a sensitive mind
Intention: Cherish the people in front of you and cherish the present moment.