In such a short life, I fell in love with you. I didn't believe in fate, but I started to have expectations.
It's so wrong that I don't even care.
I'm not afraid of so much harm from you, I'm just afraid that you won't admit it.
I have done a lot of meaningless things, and I don't want the only person I cherish and the only thing I take seriously in this life to be in vain.
Pure, pure.
Why should you be so humble when you love someone?