Find Another You

I can only accompany you here, after all, there are some things I cannot do. I don't know why I was so vocal when I was writing this article. Maybe it's because I'm pretending to be happy in order to hide my worries. I wonder if anyone can see the sadness and helplessness I hide deep in the story. If the love for that person could be swept away by the wind as easily as a fallen leaf, maybe I wouldn't have to be lonely and sad every day. In fact, I have never entered his world, I have always been so cautious. How could he possibly understand. Everyone says I'm too good at hiding. But I really can't expose this kind of love to the clear sky.