(This is my first time writing, so don't comment if you don't like it) 85 days is also three years. If we write our story into a novel, no one will want to read it. How can a male and female protagonist have a cold war before they get together, or go their separate ways before they get together? I asked myself countless times: "Do I like you?" But I still didn't get an answer. So the young man's young and brave love was buried together with the rose in the rain of late spring. But I had no idea. I'm sorry, it's so hard to admit that I like you.
Intention: "Should we erect a tombstone for our common memories..."