I like you, so I learned to disguise and escape. When I was extremely excited, my face remained calm; when you approached, I pretended to be careless.
I like you, so I learned to numb myself, deliberately ignore everything about you, and tell myself that I hate you.
But why do I still want to pay attention to you? When I see you smiling at other people, I will have random thoughts. When you appear in my field of vision, my eyes will have a home.
The more I want to ignore you, the more I value you. I am trapped in the wild flow of loving you, tortured and swallowed up. But I still can't forget you. Even if you only say one sentence to me, I can get a night of sweet dreams.
Thought secretly.
Sad.