Tell me about those who regret being friends with you.

We agreed to share happiness together, but you broke your word first. Am I not qualified, or is my friendship too fragile?

Did I do something wrong? We are friends, but we don't talk to me anymore. ...

Once boundless, now a lonely bird is more beautiful, time has made efforts and diluted the happiness of the past.

So you can say I was wrong? What about friendship? Am I trusting others too much?