You know I like joking. You too, but I seldom get angry, do I? Hardly. But what about you? What about my explanation? What about our friendship? What about the friendship I believe in? We are all grown up. No, I mean myself, yes, just myself. I don't know what growing up means. All I know is that I am confused now. At least for you and friendship. For the friendship I pursue.
They said I would meet, and I always believed it was you. Think about it? I'm just an idiot after all. As for how stupid, how stupid. That's stupid. I don't know if this is the problem, but I am the one.
Now it's almost evening again. They said, in fact, there are stars during the day. I seem to have seen it, so small, I don't know. I don't think you can count it without your heart. And I, in fact, have worked hard, and you will know that I am also a hard-working person. I know you really don't know me at all. After all, you always think the worst of me! We are not friends, just one person in each other's life journey, one whom we see clearly. It is because we can see clearly that we know each other's faults. And after that? Now let's go our separate ways and say all the things we will live and do together in the future. It's actually impossible, right? Am I too pessimistic, or is that the truth?
I looked out of the window. You don't know, what you gave me, I have always kept it well. It's just, now, it's completely changed
Are we still friends? You know, I'll be sad. Will you turn around and leave? I was stupid enough to think I could close my eyes and go on. I can't see you leave. It's different from you. It's different from before.