Literary version:
My love, you don't understand.
My love, you disdain.
If misunderstanding blocks love on both sides, how can our hearts be so close to each other?
If time cuts love into pieces, how can we have a future.
If you don't say it, how can you call it love?
I love you, it's not just two or three days.
Direct version:
It's just a broken story before the confession of a Sagittarius who is obsessed with duplicity to death and a weak Cancer who dares to be angry and dare not speak out.
Ps: Let's start filling in the pits from 2014 again