If I could give love a time limit, I hope it would be one day. During this day, I can act like a spoiled child without restraint and indulge in the swamp of love.
I remember that his midnight eyes stared at me for a moment: "You can lie to me, but you can't lie to yourself."
I remember that he was still smiling uninhibitedly, as if joking but also solemnly: "I'm not the only one who fell into this game."
It turns out that from that moment on, my identity was no longer a secret.
It turns out that I have been living in a dream weaved by myself.