In the sudden glance that year, I don't know who lost whose heart; in the passing years that year, I don't know who touched the string in my heart; in those years, we were fighting and going crazy, were we just to cover up the cowardice in our hearts?
Actually, if you want me to tell you what my feelings for him are now, who knows. . .
Right, I'm not God, how do I know what I think, right, right?
What, if you ask him if he is still attached to me, then I don't know. I'm not a bug. Why would I crawl into someone's belly if I have nothing to do?