I remember you laughed and complained that I never said "like" to you.
I was too young at that time, and I always liked to pretend to be serious, thinking that the "like" I said out loud was too shallow - haven't I already silently done so much for you?
It wasn't until I reviewed it now that I suddenly understood:
Everything I do is just to shape the ideal you in my heart,
That phantom that only exists in my world.
But the real you has been pushed away by my self-protection.
I once liked you so deeply.
This belated record is a love letter I wrote to you, and also to my youth.
I hope you can read my deep love for it.
——I would like to write this to us in the past,
It is also written to all those who first see the ideal in love and then learn to see the real person.
Intention: Written to us in the past, and also to all those who first see the ideal in love, and then learn to see the real person.