I once saw a saying on the Internet: The happiest thing is that the person you like happens to like you too. If this is the case, it would be an unexpected and pleasant surprise. Therefore, like most people, I am sincere and persistent about love. However, not everything in the world is perfect. I once shed tears because of my passion for Korean dramas, and was left scarred by the tragic ending. But I also understand that most of the imperfect love or relationships in reality are not caused by the ups and downs, but from the small things in life. So, this short article is a story that really happened around me. When I was seventeen or eighteen years old, I was young, ignorant, pure and beautiful. First love is a beautiful word. If an imperfect first love lasts for four years in the form of unrequited love, maybe you won't be able to forget it even if you want to.
Even "she" didn't understand how she could take on this role. She had held it for four years and couldn't let it go. And "he" may be the same as "she"; or perhaps, "she" has always been an outsider to "him". She was as timid as a mouse and never dared to take a step forward. Delicate but ruthless. In this scene of the play, she cried and laughed, laughed and cried. It's all just because of him, too much in her heart
Yang. Unexpectedly, it was too dazzling and far away, so I only stopped and watched occasionally when I thought of it. In this way, I was satisfied.