After so many years, I am no longer as brave and sharp as I used to be. I began to think that maybe I was treating you back then,
It is a kind of surging admiration and obsession more than love, like a hobby. I can't say why, but I can't quit.
And in those years, I was indeed deeply addicted, and even hurt others, myself, and even you at all costs to gain happiness.
Where should this infatuation, which has been with the wrong person from the beginning, belong?