Young love is green, beautiful, and full of fantasy. Although it is ignorant, it is unforgettable. That kind of love is pure, not clinging to the powerful, not forced by the pressure of life. It's simple, but it goes deep into the bone marrow, and you will never forget it until you die.
You are as proud as the sun, and I am as humble as dust.
I put down my self-esteem, put down my pride, swallowed my anger, didn't show my edge, and changed so much, just for you. Just to win the heart of one person, we will never be apart from each other forever.
You have your pursuits, and I have my persistence. We are competing, competing to see who can let go of our obsessions first, and who can look back first...
The ridiculous beginning, the illusory online dating, the unsatisfactory process... Where should we go?