You know, when you like something, you really like it, and when you give up, you really give up. What you once said may have dissipated with the wind later. Unexpectedly or not, we will become strangers in the future.
I like you just because it's you.
I like you and it has nothing to do with you, but occasionally I still hope you can give me some response. Oh, what a contradictory person.
Three small essays, I can only look forward to the future.
Here, your piece of wood.