Secret love
It's like a pantomime without a response
A secret love that cannot be cultivated into fruition
It's the unbreathable oxygen that's boiling in a hundred-degree flames
Have you ever liked such a person
Takes up all your youth
everywhere
messed up your mind
But I can't enter his world
You can find him immediately anywhere in the world
In his world you are just a dispensable passerby
The plateau built during this time
You move forward step by step
But because of my worries
Can't reach his heart