At three o'clock in the night, I woke up from a nightmare. I thought of her again, that almost perfect girl.
Delicate, intelligent, simple, kind, and versatile. It's so perfect that I can't bear to touch it.
I don't even dare to say, I like you. Because I know that I can't give her happiness.
All I can do is hide this love deep in my heart, silently and from afar wishing her happiness, joy and peace. At the moment when the maple leaves were withering and the white snow was falling, she could sense that there was someone with her name engraved in his heart.