This is a story about boys and girls. Young people are always unstable. You don't know how to cherish me, and I don't know how to cherish you. You don't know how to say goodbye until you lose it. I want to catch you so much, but I can't even catch you by the hem of your clothes. If we could say goodbye, I might have said goodbye, but I'm stupid. This one is very sad, but the front is very sweet (?ò ? ó?)
Intention: Cherish the people around you