I am always waiting for you, waiting for you to grow up, hoping that you will mature. I have made many excuses many times, always trying to find a good reason why I can no longer wait for you, and then I can turn around and leave. Looking back after many years, it turns out that there was such a beautiful past, and such beautiful years were wasted.
I don't know how to calculate my love for you. Maybe I will never reach a dream that is too lofty, because I am very contented and easily satisfied, but I will never reach a tolerance that is too humble. But this is me. Although I am not perfect, I bravely and sincerely use up my strength and wisdom. Yes, I used all my wits.