In fact, I didn't pay anything for you. I almost perfected myself in the name of liking you. Should I hate your procrastination? It seems that there is no need. After all, you never expressed anything to me, it was my overestimation. That's fine too. Some people say that there is no fate between you and me, and we all rely on me to survive. Now I don't even have a reason to hold on. I just occasionally complain that you are becoming more and more depraved, and that the modest gentleman in my mind is getting further and further away, and the light on him disappears little by little in front of my eyes. In ways I can't fathom.
Intention: If you like someone, don't be cold.