We were childhood sweethearts, but the bright moon shone in the ditch.
I thought that as long as I worked hard enough, you would eventually belong to me.
Obviously the two of us rely on each other and have been caring about you for more than ten years, but you are not where I belong.
I want to treat you like a prince, but you treat me like a passer-by.
It is said that lovers will eventually get married, but how much love can only be hidden in the heart and not mentioned.
Life is like a play, in which you are the protagonist and others are just guest bystanders.
[This article is the male protagonist's vision.