This happens year after year, over and over again.
Having a secret love is very heart-wrenching.
It's very confusing to be submissive even though he's so close.
He loves him, but he doesn't know it.
He loves him and he doesn't know it.
I am alone in this room and weeping in pain, while that guy is in a happy mood.
When the moon is full, I can only lament the ignorance and frivolity of my youth.
Under a bright circle,
Holding my son's hand and growing old together, love means never getting tired of it