There is probably someone in everyone's youth who they cannot love.
He is your alarm clock, your dream, your stimulant, your gentle home.
With full love and courage, you move forward just to be by his side.
But every time, with sadness, he wanted to touch her, but withdrew his hand.
Sweetness is him.
The sourness is him.
It is he who loves you.
It's also him who doesn't love you enough.