Like poetry, when I see it, I want to express it in words. Even though I know that I may not be able to express it clearly, I still feel that my chest is full of emotions, and I can't help but want to say something and read something.
Was it because when she hesitated to say it, he couldn't wait to leave. That's why what is unsaid or about to be said becomes a burned letter, never to be known. So don't know.