I know that you once liked her, and that there were four years between you that I was not involved in.
But I still like you very much, and I can't deceive myself.
The sun was too bright that day, but you and the light were like dust, and you just fell into my heart.
When I decided to give up, I met you again in college, but after all, the long expectation was no match for the words "just good friends."
So, goodbye, the boy I used to like so much, and myself who used to like you so much.
(This is an old-fashioned youth secret love story. It is currently written as BE. There may or may not be a follow-up, so it will not be marked as completed for the time being.)
Intention: You are the only heartbeat of my barren youth.
