I loved someone my whole life, but lost it by accident, and I didn't even hear from you.
I have a perfect lover, but he deviates from it unknowingly. So, is it an ironic farce for me that I like you?
I have never dared to say that I like you. I see you hurting yourself for him and suffering for love. Please tell me, what should I do to make you willing to look at me?
In the cold frosty morning, the closed heart is like a bud that blooms for only one person. Unfortunately, it will wither in a short time.