I don't know whether it's better to miss each other than to see each other, or to miss each other better than to meet each other. When we met, we were no longer young. I originally wanted to be a sunny alternative teacher's wife, but I met this young man with a smile on his face. Seeing each other again, being close and alienated, the loneliness curse of Gemini, the expectation and fear of love, make the sweetness wither at the most beautiful moment. A person starts over again, and after several hardships, he meets him again. The smile is still there, but why is my heart no longer filled with sweetness but with bitter pain?
You once asked when I fell in love with you. I think you will never guess how early it was.