How grateful I am to Metabolism that I could meet him in the vast sea of people.
How clear and clear are my feelings and how much I have invested in them?
How much I hate it, how much I hate that I completely understand how serious he is
I have never been more helpless than at this moment, helpless about my own insignificance
Cry for someone, laugh for someone, make yourself bright for someone
Just like so many years ago
Doing a lot of silly little things, expecting him to look back, glare, scold, or pay attention
Seeing him become helpless and snickering happily, seeing him being jealous, he becomes extremely proud
Dance for him, sing for him, tell him stories, act coquettishly for him
Just like one of countless little puppets, I hope my performance can make my master happy
This extremely humble love brings pain and joy at the same time