There is someone in my heart who will listen to all my sorrows.
He and I are only separated by an aisle, but we are as far apart as a Milky Way. Unfortunately, I am not the Weaver Girl, and he is not the Cowherd. There are no magpies to build a bridge for us, so I can only look up at him across the river, just like looking up at a starry sky.
Many people ask me why I like him, but I can't answer. I only know that he is the blank space in my youthful memory, and he is the white moonlight that I can't forget!
I like him, so I am willing to lose completely!
Purpose: The so-called growth is to learn to love