Yes, I like you. Do you know why I'm nice to you? Why are you so nice?
You don't know because you haven't even thought about it.
When you see your heart, you have forgotten my heart.
It doesn't exist.
You can't see it.
Is being nice to you a habit, a liking, or some other purpose?
Snap
That slap has already severely hurt my heart.
Ha
What am I doing this for?
In fact, none of us are right.
Just asking for too much.
Half dusk.