I know you.
You don't talk much, but you like to nag me. This is because you care about me.
You are very honest, but you still express love awkwardly. This is because you are afraid that I don't like you.
You are too kind, so you are slow to react to some bad things. Although you are cute when you slow down, I hate others bullying you.
I always thought... You also knew me...
Your sad look also makes me sad... I don't like to be sad... And I don't want you to be sad either...