My youth roams in endless fantasies
When I was 16, I fantasized that you happened to like me too
It's a wonderful thing to like, running side by side
I don't need to turn my head to check on the people around me, I just hear the rapid breathing
You can conclude that you are by my side.
Liking is a happy thing, I can talk to you aimlessly
It doesn't matter if it's a little clumsy.
Liking is also a painful thing, being by your side
I was plagued by low self-esteem and always worried that I was not perfect enough.
Liking is really a complicated thing
(The stories are all fictitious and do not have any microcosm of reality. Any similarity is purely coincidental)
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