You are like a gust of wind. I thought you would float by without leaving any trace, but unexpectedly, you messed up my hair and my heart.
I had a crush on a boy for about a month. He knows me and I know him. Because he is my brother's boyfriend. Yes, he's my brother. Yes, gay. Although I don't know how far they are currently fighting, looking at my brother's strong figure, he must be suffering. It was my bad taste at the time. . .