Love you, truly.
A situation of freedom but not freedom, an identity that is intimate but dare not be transcended, and the shining in the spotlight in life. It is a helplessness that even a hidden look will be spied on. Is the occasional ambiguous gesture on the stage a momentary out-of-control true expression catalyzed by the moving song, or is it a sensational attempt to catch the countless eyes off the stage? I dare not delve into my unguessable thoughts, let alone reveal them. The denial from the voice in front of the camera disrupted whose thoughts? Whose mood is broken? A joke of liking can tear apart all disguised masks, and an uncertain look can sting every nerve. Uncertain feelings are the most irritating. I will lean in and whisper to you: "I love you, I love you very much."
Two-way crushes come together, 1% glass slag and 99% sugar scum, it should be delicious! Endinghe