The first time I met you was at a sports meeting. I didn't know that you were my six years of youth. It wasn't until love began to change that I realized that it was the sound of silent gunfire that opened the curtain.
Let memories turn into stories.
If you stumble upon it, please don't tell me. Because this is just a story.
I can't write anymore. Those stories cover up too much sadness, and I don't want to take out the memories that I regard as treasures, so let's leave it at that.
Concept: regret, reality, love and forgetfulness