To Youth, You and Me

 　　The sky longs for rain, I long to live next door to you, standing foolishly downstairs at your house, looking up and counting the dark clouds.

　　— Prologue
　　I remember you once told me, "This song is only for you."
　　The little saplings by the tree-lined path have grown into trees, treasuring all our secrets, transforming into vibrant green leaves, into dark brown branches, into roots deeply embedded in the soil, forever rooted in my heart.
　　Do you still remember the jokes, the dreams, the promises, the little things of the past…
　　Looking back now, we were both so naive, so immature, so youthful.
　　I loved standing quietly in a corner after class, watching you, observing your every move, even if you were engrossed in your work, frowning, I'd still secretly smile at you.
　　I loved sitting in that spot in the library, watching you intently reading, your every smile, and inexplicably smiling along with you.
　　I loved watching you on the playground, wearing a white shirt, playing games with your friends. Every time you scored, I felt a quiet joy for you.
　　I loved the faint, refreshing lemon scent you carried as you walked past me; it captivated me.
　　But it's all in the past, all memories, all gone.
　　Forget it!
　　With my headphones on, I hear every note clearly, drifting into my heart, like you, unforgettable.
　　This song is for you, without any particular style; it simply represents my desire to bring you happiness. To thaw the frozen river for you, to be a moth drawn to the flame—nothing is unworthy…