I thought that if I didn't hide those things from you, you wouldn't be so disappointed in me.
If I told you, you wouldn't look at me with such cold eyes; you wouldn't stand on the opposite side of me and say who you are; you wouldn't say get out when I go to find you.
I'm sorry, this word is too weak for me to say now, and even if I say it, you won't pay attention.
I love you, I never dare to say this word to you again.
I love you, you will never say this word to me again.
Then, if I die, you will be happy.
So, bye.
Come on! Very nice. ∩_∩