He is always gentle, no matter what he does, he is gentle.
But I don't know whether he is too slow or I don't work hard enough.
He never understands my feelings. I won't confess because I can't do it.
I'm used to waiting and I can't do it. ． ．
When I saw him walking with other girls, I could only smile softly at him.
He will never know the tears shed for him,
My heart, when will he understand? There is no answer. . . . . .