Every girl has that kind of dream, and in the dream there is that kind of boy who can't get what she wants, and can't get what she wants.
You stared at his back, hoping that he would turn around and look back at you, but also afraid that he would turn around and see the sparkle in your eyes.
So I was tangled and at a loss, but still followed his back firmly and walked slowly behind...
Don't think about whether there will be a future.