A young man with an aristocratic air turned out to be a working waiter.
When I met her, she had just experienced a broken love.
He gave her warmth, comfort, and gentle tolerance.
I also know that I can never reach the depths of her heart.
She knew he had many secrets, just like her.
If he doesn't tell, she won't ask.
If she doesn't tell, he doesn't ask.
She knows exactly what she wants, so she can choose to calmly push him away from her.
Then I realized that my heart had been given to him a long time ago.
He once held her tightly in his arms and whispered in his ear, don't lie to me, don't betray me.
She agreed, but she was crying in her heart.
Because she was about to betray him.
When we meet again, everything is no longer what it was before.