When I love you, I hope you'll know.
If you feel the same way, please tell me.
My love cannot bear to wait.
It's not that my love for you is shallow.
True shallowness is knowing there's no future, yet still being willing to let someone draw warmth from you without reservation.
My love has a condition: you have to love me.
My one and only condition is humble and insignificant.
But this is how a young woman's love is:
I refuse to love alone in loneliness.
