I used to like observing a person.
He is as gentle as the sea, like the warm sun in winter, like the stars in summer, and his eyes are full of light.
It's just that I was sensitive and timid at that time, like ashes hiding in the corner, not worthy of beauty.
This secret lived in my heart until he had a world of his own.
That world is great.
It was because I wasn't good enough at that time.
Maybe I was lucky enough to have been lucky enough to be with him, even if I missed it.
There was a person in my youth who was amazing.
I once really liked you, but it had nothing to do with you.
Intention: I once loved you very sincerely