The Moonlight Is Not as Beautiful as Yours

From that day on, we actually never saw each other again. Goodbye, the first time we met was my last confession to you. We can no longer return to the heart-beating moment of goodbye, the familiar back, the familiar street, now only the look we looked at each other is left. At this time, you said: "Can we go back to the past? I have something to say to you, I like you, I have always liked you." I was stunned for a moment, I didn't say anything, I just wanted to hug you. I'm not really telling the truth either. I just want to hug you and say I miss you so much.