Sometimes, I hate myself for making a big fuss over trivial matters, laughing and shouting as if it were the end of the world. It feels utterly pointless. However, I must admit that humans are emotional beings. It is precisely these emotions that shape our lives. Both love and hate possess their own beauty, accompanying us from birth to death.
I long for everything to start over. To those I missed out on because of my past ignorance, I want to say: I am sorry. Here, I can only express my regret, as I do not know how to make amends. Yes, I have thought about this. I do not understand, nor do I know; I can only say: I have not yet learned how to compensate. The past is gone; how can I make up for it? What can I do for her? Perhaps, I cannot help her at all. These mistakes, born from a lack of appreciation, make me feel absurd. I lacked the courage to apologize, yet others had to say sorry to me. I am truly hopeless.
Think about it: she was so good to me, yet I was so foolish. It was only when she was about to separate from me again that I realized my sadness. Wasn't this the result I wanted at first? I used to hope she would no longer appear at my doorstep. Now, shouldn't I be satisfied? I am truly beyond saving. For so much time in the past, I failed to cherish what I had and instead felt aversion. Sigh, why was I so stubborn back then? Oh heavens... Now, I cannot even return to the way things were. Separation was destined from the moment we met; one day, we will all part ways. In a year, when this junior high class disbands, or even after many years, perhaps for a lifetime, there is a possibility we will never meet again. Let us cherish, for at least I still have this brief possession.
