I spent my youth in secret love, but I can't be with you...
I try hard to become a person you like, but you like her.
Who has never been sad for first love? First love is such a beautiful word. I regard you as a fixed point in life, but you regard me as a passerby in life...
A relationship, three people.
How could I miss you so much? How come I care about you so much? Even though I know there is no result, I still indulge myself and make mistakes again and again...
Thinking back again, it seems that everything has become dull, but I still can't forget you...