Sorry!
It's me, it's me who mixed inferiority and pride into suspicion, densely smeared all over the tip of my heart, sharpened the blade, and stabbed your sincerity.
At the same time, it also stabbed my first love to death.
Forgive me, in the flowery season of youth, you gave your heart to the wrong person.
Now, I am willing to exchange my self-esteem for your scars.
Live a good life and fall in love sweetly, then...
Only then can I forget you and the pain.
Conception: