There was nothing too amazing in my youth, and there was no one who I thought was amazing, but I would remember that person. Maybe he didn't know that I would remember him. When I was young, I didn't know why I cared about him so much and cared about her so much. Maybe I liked him a little at that time, but maybe not much. Then why did you pay him back after so many years? I don't know either. I seem to be secretly looking forward to meeting him, but I don't seem to want to, until one day...
Purpose: I hope that when I meet someone I like, I can be bold and leave no regrets