Every time I think of my past, I see something new, and something that perhaps is still a little persistent in me up till now. For example, when she called me in the camp, I was there alone and moody, whereas she was having fun with her friends and was very delighted.

You might think that it is some sort of sarcasm and lack of sympathy. In the past.

Now, I can see the happiness of the person I love as mine, and I can feel happy for her if she does the same way.