I have never thought of you deliberately, but I often see some things from the past, and your figure appears in front of me. Looking back countless times, I always feel that you are following me behind me, but when I turn around, the world is empty. I crossed the sea of people and walked through the streets and alleys like crazy, just to find the back that looks like yours. I know better than anyone that it's not you, yet I'm still so persistent as if I'm grasping at straws to save my life.
I don't understand what romantic love is, I only know that I have a soft spot for you, and I would be willing to trade a lifetime of love for you.