Looking at you from the podium three feet away, the sense of distance is simply a taboo drug, lingering in my heart and still lingering for a long time.
You, the cold and abstinent man in class, have abysses in your eyes. But life is so gentle.
It turns out that when you are mature, you also have the nature of a child, which makes you even more cute.
You old man, how hard do I have to be on myself to quit you...