When you come, you just leave. Smiled, missed again.
Turn around at the nearby alley and return. And then retreat.
The outstretched hand was put back to its original position.
Like a cowardly person who is afraid that asking for it will be the sin of an angel.
I thought I could find my lost true love in you,
I didn't expect you to be so far away from me.
I don't want to figure it out, and I can't catch it.
Just waiting for your choice.
Conception: