My tear ducts are particularly developed today. From the beginning to now, my heart has never stopped loving you crazily. I love your breathing, your laziness, your sneezing, and everything about you. Now I feel more and more love. It's so rare, even if I watch you silently behind your back, I believe you will find out which one is the real me, because I know you best, but you are not willing to admit it now, until the crisis that is about to happen...
Will you be involved in this incident as an outsider, or will you wade into this muddy water?
If I were an outsider, this might be the last time I look at you silently. Goodbye...
That day I asked myself, am I an outsider, or am I always in your heart?
What's the final outcome?
Will I disappear silently? Die? Still? ? ? …
