We all have someone in our hearts
I know there's someone in his heart, but it's not me. I also know that that person also has him in his heart. But so what, after all it was me who was with him. And that person has no chance to be with him. That's enough. Their feelings will eventually dissipate.
Childish love, no matter how deep it was at the beginning, no matter how solemn it was, it can never withstand the passage of time. A gust of wind blows and our hearts become desolate.
The flowers of love bloom more brightly, but when they wither, they become bleaker. We have been dreaming of this dream for three years.