Some heartbeats are out of rhythm from the beginning, and some advertisements are ultimately lost to a combination of circumstances.
Across misunderstandings and silence, we carefully hide our thoughts, test and retreat, get close and distance ourselves.
Love is misplaced in time, and sincerity is trapped by timidity. Those unspoken likes are hidden in every glance, hesitation, and shoulder-to-shoulder encounter.
It turns out that the most regretful thing is not that we don't love each other, but that when we fell in love, we happened to be in the wrong place and it was too late to confess.
In the past life, you used your substitute to rob me deeply. In this life, I want you to be your substitute to return your love. I can't get it when I ask for it.
