I obviously like you, but I don't dare to get close to you because I am timid. The last trip in the hot summer, the night at the beach is gentle and the wind never stops. Maybe because of the beer, or maybe because I got carried away playing during the day, I mustered up the courage to tell you the secret that I had hidden for many years, and told you softly through the wind. I like you.
It's a very free-spirited article about the mood of unrequited love, so those who like the plot of the story should be careful.
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