I always thought that my whole life would be like this.
There is no need to pretend to be an ordinary self, and there is no need to give up those feelings that are entangled to the point of headache. A person can cry secretly, laugh secretly, and love secretly. Even if he is forgotten by you, he can still live quietly in a lonely world. The happiness makes people despair.
I actually thought I was not afraid of anything. You can go to a strange place alone and start a life you have never tried before.
I thought just thinking about your smiling face was enough.
But looking at the large room, it was still cold.
A slight chill ran from my shoulders and froze into my heart.
It turns out that I am also afraid of loneliness.
Still, I want to find someone to accompany me.
Of course that person cannot be you, nor would you want to be.
Even if I get hurt again, even if you understand that you are too cruel to me.
Even if I have given up everything for you, I can only be the flower you use to embellish your boring life.
It will never be the subject.
Once it rots, of course, it has to be thrown away.
Before that, please let me work hard to bloom.