The Dead Tree of the Yandere Lady Comes Back to Life

I am a sickly girl. I have never known what I like since I was a child, but now I like a boy. But in the face of this throbbing like a dead tree blooming into spring, I could only retract the hands that wanted to touch it. I really want to tell him, I like you. Forget it, let me be a coward. Concept: Love is a hand that wants to touch but then takes it back